"That is to say, the proud Earl Seymour holds the bastard too base for his coronet! That is to say, you love me not!" "No, it means that I love you more than myself--better and more purely than any other man can love you; for this love is so great that it makes my selfishness and my ambition silent, and allows me to think only of you and your future." "Ah," sighed she, mournfully, "if you really loved me, you would not consider--you would not see the danger, nor fear death.

You would think of nothing, and know nothing, save love." "Because I think of love, I think of you," said Seymour.

"I think that you are to move along over the world, great, powerful, and glorious, and that I will lend you my arm for this.

I think of this, that my queen of the future needs a general who will win victories for her, and that I will be that general.

But when this goal is reached--when you are queen--then you have the power from one of your subjects to make a husband; then it rests with your own will to elevate me to be the proudest, the happiest, and the most enviable of all men.