For if I cannot in earnest receive the rosette as a present, then let us do like the Jesuits and papists, who even trade with the dear God, and snap their fingers at Him.

I must keep my oath! I give you the letter, and you give me the rosette; but listen--you only lend it to me; and when I have it in my hand a moment, I am generous and bountiful, like the king, and I make you a present of your own property." With a quick motion the queen tore the rosette from her shoulder, and handed it to John Heywood.
"Now give me the letter, John." "Here it is," said John Heywood as he received the rosette.

"Take it; and you will see that Thomas Seymour is my brother." "Your brother ?" asked Catharine with a smile, as with trembling hand she broke the seal.
"Yes, my brother, for he is a fool! Ah, I have a great many brothers.
The family of fools is so very large!" The queen no longer heard.

She was reading the letter of her lover.

She had eyes only for those lines, that told her that Thomas Seymour loved her, adored her, and was pining away with longing after her.