Lady Jane stood behind her and observed her in the mirror.

As she saw the queen smile, her brow darkened and fierce fire flashed in her eyes.
"She shall smile no more," said she to herself.

"I suffer thus terribly by her; well, now, she shall suffer too." Softly and noiselessly she slipped into the next room, the door of which stood ajar, and opened with hurried hand a carton filled with ribbons and bows.

Then she drew from the velvet pocket, wrought with pearls, which hung at her side, suspended by a gold chain, a dark-red rosette, and threw it into the box.

That was all.
Lady Jane now returned to the adjoining room; and her countenance, which had been previously gloomy and threatening, was now proud and joyful.
With a bright smile she walked up to the queen, and kneeling down at her side, she pressed a fervent kiss on the hand that was hanging down.
"What is my queen musing over ?" asked she, as she laid her head on Catharine's knee and tenderly looked up at her.
The queen gave a slight start, and raised her head.