Hasten, then.

Jane, haste! Write him quickly one of those tender notes that you indite with so masterly a hand.

Invite him to a meeting to-night at the usual time and place." "Oh, I shall at last have him again!" whispered Lady Jane; and she stepped to the writing-table and with trembling hand began to write.
But suddenly she stopped, and looked at her father sharply and suspiciously.
"You swear to me, my father, that no danger threatens him if he comes ?" "I swear to you, Jane, that you shall be the one to save his life! I swear to you, Jane, that you shall take vengeance on the queen--vengeance for all the agony, the humiliation and despair that you have suffered by her.

To-day she is yet Queen of England! To-morrow she will be nothing more than a criminal, who sighs in the confinement of the Tower for the hour of her execution.

And you will be Henry's seventh queen.