"On the way you can tell me what I ought to make known and what conceal.

I will do implicitly what you say.

Now, Henry Howard," said she softly to herself, "hold yourself ready; the contest begins! In your pride and selfishness you have destroyed the happiness of my life--my eternal felicity.

I loved Thomas Seymour; I hoped by his side to find the happiness that I have so long and so vainly sought in the crooked paths of life.

By this love my soul would have been saved and restored to virtue.