"Whither will you lead me ?" "To the private chapel," said she, innocently.

"I have written Cranmer to await me there at daybreak.

Let us hasten, then!" "Cranmer! You have written to the archbishop ?" cried Seymour, amazed.
"How! what say you?
Cranmer awaits us in the private chapel ?" "Without doubt he is waiting for us, as I have written him to do so." "And what is he to do?
What do you want of him ?" She looked at him in astonishment.

"What do I want of him?
Why, that he may marry us!" The earl staggered back as if stunned.

"And have you written him that also ?" "Nay, indeed," said she, with a charming, childlike smile.