"I will do it, Jane, but upon one condition!" "And this condition is--" Catharine put her arm around Jane's neck, and drew her close to her heart, "That you confess to me, that you love Henry Howard, whom you know how to defend so enthusiastically and warmly." Lady Jane gave a start, and for a moment leaned her head on the queen's shoulder, exhausted.
"Well," asked she, "do you confess it?
Will you acknowledge that your proud, cold heart is obliged to declare itself overcome and conquered ?" "Yes, I confess it," cried Lady Jane, as with passionate vehemence she threw herself at Catharine's feet.

"Yes, I love him--I adore him.

I know it is a disdained and unhappy love; but what would you have?
My heart is mightier than everything else.

I love him; he is my god and my lord; I adore him as my savior and lord.

Queen, you know all my secret; betray me if you will! Tell it to my father, if you wish him to curse me.