He bent his head back, and laying his hand on her rosy, round chin, he looked inquiringly and smilingly into her eyes.
"You want something of me, Rosabella!" said he.

"I have never yet enjoyed your tenderness and sisterly affection, except when you needed my services." "How suspicious you are!" cried she, with a charming pout, as she shook his hand away from her face.

"I have come from wholly disinterested sympathy; partly to warn you, partly to find out whether your love is perchance fixed upon a lady that would render my warning useless." "Well, so you see, Rosabella, that I was right, and that your tenderness was not aimless.

Now, then, you want to warn me?
I have yet to learn that I need any warning." "Nay, brother! For it would certainly be very dangerous and mischievous for you, if your love should chance not to be in accordance with the command of the king." A momentary flush spread over Henry Howard's face, and his brow darkened.
"With the king's command ?" asked he, in astonishment.

"I did not know that Henry the Eighth could control my heart.