"I leave you not!" cried she, breathless and pale as death.

"You dare not repulse me, for you have sworn that we shall live and die together." He hurled her from him in fierce wrath, and drew himself up before her, lofty and threatening.
"I forbid you to follow me!" cried he, in a tone of command.

She reeled back against the wall and looked at him, trembling and breathless.
He was still lord over her soul; she was still subject to him in love and obedience.

She could not therefore summon up courage to defy his command.
She beheld him as he left the room and passed down the corridor with his dreadful train; she heard their footsteps gradually die away; and then suddenly in the yard sounded the hollow roll of the drum.
Jane Douglas fell on her knees to pray, but her lips trembled so much that she could find no words for her prayer.
The roll of the drum ceased in the court below, and only the death-bell still continued to wail and wail.

She heard a voice speaking loud and powerful words.
It was his voice; it was Henry Howard that was speaking.