He tore the veil from her face and stared at her.
Then with a wild shriek he reeled back and covered his face with his hands.
Jane Douglas durst not breathe or stir.

She was pale as marble; her large, burning eyes were fastened with an unutterable expression of entreaty upon her lover, who stood before her with covered head, and crushed with anguish.

She loved him more than her life, more than her eternal salvation; and yet she it was that had brought him to this hour of agony.
At length Earl Surrey let his hands fall from his face, and with a fierce movement dashed the tears from his eyes.
As he looked at her, Jane Douglas wholly involuntarily sank upon her knees, and raised her hands imploringly to him.

"Henry Howard," said she, in a low whisper, "I am Geraldine! Me have you loved; my letters have you read with ecstasy, and to me have you often sworn that you loved my mind yet more than my appearance.

And often has my heart been filled with rapture, when you told me you would love me however my face might change, however old age or sickness might alter my features.