Well, now, there I should have disclosed to you the whole secret, which I could not tell you in the presence of that woman.

For she would die of shame if she suspected that you knew of her love for the king, so pure and self-sacrificing, and cherished in such heroic silence." "She shall never know it, Douglas! But now at length satisfy my desire.
Tell me her name." "Sire, you have forgiven me, then?
You are no longer angry with me that I dared to deceive you ?" "I am no longer angry with you, Douglas; for you have acted rightly.

The plan, which you have contrived and carried out with such happy results, was as crafty as it was daring." "I thank you, sire; and I will now tell you the name.

That woman, sire, who at my wish gave herself up a sacrifice to this adulterous earl, who endured his kisses, his embraces, his vows of love, in order to render a service to her king--that woman was my daughter, Lady Jane Douglas!" "Lady Jane!" cried the king.

"No, no, this is a new deception.