Do that, sister, and marry your dearly beloved.

I do not hinder you." "Yes, you do hinder me--you alone!" cried his sister, flaming with wrath.

"You will refuse Margaret's hand; you will give the Seymours mortal offence.

You thereby make my union with Thomas Seymour impossible! In the proud selfishness of your haughtiness, you see not that you are dashing to atoms my happiness, while you are thinking only of your desire to offend the Seymours.

But I tell you, I love Thomas Seymour--nay, I adore him.