Only see how impatiently and longingly Henry Howard is already looking this way, and with what languishing and enamored glances he seems to give a hint to the queen.

Go then, Jane, and think of your promise." "And will you, my father, also think of your promise ?" inquired Lady Jane, with trembling lips.

"Will no danger threaten him ?" "I will, Jane.

But now make haste, my daughter, and be prudent and adroit." Lady Jane bowed, and murmured a few unintelligible words.

Then she approached the queen, and begged permission to retire from the feast, because a severe indisposition had suddenly overtaken her.
Lady Jane's countenance was so pale and deathlike, that the queen might well believe in the indisposition of her first maid of honor, and she allowed her to retire.