"I have only received her oath; I have not given her mine in return.

And when I vowed never to marry the Duchess of Richmond; when I swore this 'by my love,' then I thought only of Catharine--of that proud, beautiful, charming woman, at once maidenly and voluptuous; but not of this young, inexperienced, wild child--of this unattractive little princess!" "But the princess may one day become a queen," whispered his ambition.
"That, however, is very doubtful," replied he to himself.

"But it is certain that Catharine will one day be the regent, and if I am at that time her husband, then I am Regent of England." This was the secret of his duplicity and his double treachery.

Thomas Seymour loved nothing but himself, nothing but his ambition.

He was capable of risking his life for a woman; but for renown and greatness he would have gladly sacrificed this woman.
For him there was only one aim, one struggle: to be come great and powerful above all the nobles of the kingdom--to be the first man in England.