The king is sleeping! But the queen is not; and Jane Douglas is not; neither is the Princess Elizabeth.

She has watched with heart beating high.

She is restless, and, pacing her room up and down in strange confusion, waited for the hour that she had appointed for the meeting.

Now the hour had arrived.

A glowing crimson overspread the face of the young princess; and her hand trembled as she took the light and opened the secret door to the corridor.