He pressed her fast to his heart and whispered: "Yes, come, come, my beloved! Let us fly! To you belongs my life, you alone!" He raised her up in his arms, and hastened with her to the door.

He pushed it hastily open with his foot and hurried forward down the corridor; but having arrived just at the first turn he reeled back in horror.
Before the door wore standing soldiers with shouldered arms.

There stood also the lieutenant of the Tower, and two servants behind him with lighted candles.

Geraldine gave a scream, and with anxious haste rearranged the thick veil that had slipped from her head.
Henry Howard also had uttered a cry, but not on account of the soldiers and the frustrated flight.
His eyes, stretched wide open, stared at this figure at his side, now so closely veiled.
It seemed to him as though like a spectre a strange face had risen up close by him--as though it were not the beloved head of the queen that rested there on his shoulder.

He had seen this face only as a vision, as the fantasy of a dream; but he knew with perfect certainty that it was not her countenance, not the countenance of his Geraldine.
The lieutenant of the Tower motioned to his servants, and they carried the lighted candles into the earl's cell.
Then he gave Henry Howard his hand and silently led him back into the prison.
Henry Howard exhibited no reluctance to follow him; but his hand had seized Geraldine's arm, and he drew her along with him; his eye rested on her with a penetrating expression, and seemed to threaten her.
They were now again in the room which they had before left with such blessed hopes.
The lieutenant of the Tower motioned to the servants to retire, then turned with solemn earnestness to Earl Surrey.
"My lord," said he, "it is at the king's command that I bring you these lights.