That haughty, chaste, and unapproachable Lady Jane--that wonderfully beautiful marble statue really has then a heart in her breast, and that heart belongs to me?
Lady Jane, the pure and chaste virgin, has made for me this prodigious sacrifice, of receiving this hated Surrey as her lover, in order, like a second Delilah, to deliver him into my hand?
No, Douglas, you are lying to me.

Lady Jane has not done that!" "May it please your majesty to go yourself and take a look at that fainting woman, who was to Henry Howard the queen." The king did not reply to him; but he drew back the curtain and reentered the cabinet, in which the queen was waiting with John Heywood.
Henry did not notice them.

With youthful precipitation he crossed the cabinet and the hall.

Now he stood by the figure of Geraldine still lying on the floor.
She was no longer in a swoon.

She had long since regained her consciousness; and terrible were the agonies and tortures that rent her heart.