She stood still for a moment, hesitating; then, ashamed of her irresolution, she crossed the corridor and ascended the small staircase which led to the tower-chamber.

With a hasty movement she pushed open the door and entered the small slip that was at the end of her journey, and Thomas Seymour was already there.
As she saw him, an involuntary trepidation came over her, and for the first time she now became conscious of her hazardous step.
As Seymour, the ardent young man, approached her with a passionate salutation, she stepped shyly back and pushed away his hand.
"How! you will not allow me to kiss your hand ?" asked he, and she thought she observed on his face a slight, scornful smile.

"You make me the happiest of mortals by inviting me to this interview, and now you stand before me rigid and cold, and I am not once permitted to clasp you in my arms, Elizabeth!" Elizabeth! He had called her by her first name without her having given him permission to do so.

That offended her.

In the midst of her confusion, that aroused the pride of the princess, and made her aware how much she must have forgotten her own dignity, when another could be so forgetful of it.
She wished to regain it.