He again raised himself up, and his countenance now exhibited a fearful, threatening coolness.
"You confess, then," asked he, "that you were not in your sleeping-room on that night ?" "I have already said so," exclaimed Catharine, impatiently.

The king compressed his lips so violently, that they bled.

"And a man was with you ?" asked he--"a man with whom you made an assignation, and whom you received in the lonely tower ?" "A man was with me.

But I did not receive him in the lonely tower; and it was no assignation." "Who was that man ?" yelled the king.

"Answer me! Tell me his name, if you do not want me to strangle you myself!" "King Henry, I fear death no longer!" said Catharine, with a contemptuous smile.
"Who was that man?
Tell me his name!" yelled the king once more.
The queen raised herself more proudly, and her defiant look ran over the whole assembly.
"The man," said she, solemnly, "who was with me on that night--he is named--" "He is named John Heywood!" said this individual; as he seriously and proudly walked forward from behind the king's throne.