Then her glance fell on Lady Jane Douglas, who was gazing over at her with an imploring expression.
The queen smiled; for she now remembered that it was Jane's beloved who had spoken to her, and that she had promised the poor young girl to raise again the dejected Earl of Surrey and to be gracious to him.
"Jane is right," thought she; "he appears to be deeply depressed and suffering.

Ah, it must be very painful to see those whom one loves suffering.

I will, therefore, comply with Jane's request, for she says this might revive the earl." With a smile she bowed to Howard.

"I beg you," said she, "to lend our festival its fairest ornament--to adorn it with the fragrant flowers of your poesy.

You see we are all burning with desire to hear your verses." The king shook with rage, and a crushing word was already poised upon his lip.