I shall just as little marry the Duchess of Richmond, as Henry Howard will my sister, the Countess of Shrewsbury." "Swear that to me! Swear to me, that you say the truth, and that this haughty and coquettish duchess shall never be your wife.

Swear it to me, by all that is sacred to you!" "I swear it by my love!" exclaimed Thomas Seymour, solemnly.
"I shall then at least have one sorrow the less," sighed Elizabeth.
"I shall have no occasion to be jealous.

And is it not true," she then said, "is it not true we shall often see each other?
We will both keep this secret of this tower faithfully and sacredly; and after days full of privation and disappointment, we will here keep festival the nights full of blissful pleasure and sweet transport.

But why do you smile, Seymour ?" "I smile, because you are pure and innocent as an angel," said he, as he reverently kissed her hand.

"I smile, because you are an exalted, godlike child, whom one ought to adore upon his knees, and to whom one ought to pray, as to the chaste goddess Vesta! Yes, my dear, beloved child, here we will, as you say, pass nights full of blissful pleasure; and may I be reprobate and damned, if I should ever be capable of betraying this sweet, guileless confidence with which you favor me, and sully your angel purity!" "Ah, we will be very happy, Seymour!" said she, smiling.