Besides, it was such an agreeable and refreshing feeling to the suffering king to have some one about him who suffered yet more than he himself! It comforted him to know that there could be agonies yet more horrible than those pains of the body under which he languished.

Earl Douglas suffered these agonies; and the king saw with a kind of delight how his hair turned daily more gray, and his features became more relaxed and feeble.

Douglas was younger than the king, and yet how old and gray his face was beside the king's well-fed and blooming countenance! Could the king have seen the bottom of his soul, he would have had less sympathy with Earl Douglas's sorrow.
He considered him only as a tender father mourning the death of his only child.

He did not suspect that it was less the father that Jane's painful death had smitten, than the ambitious man, the fanatical Roman Catholic, the enthusiastic disciple of Loyola, who with dismay saw all his plans frustrated, and the moment drawing nigh when he would be divested of that power and consideration which he enjoyed in the secret league of the disciples of Jesus.

With him, therefore, it was less the daughter, for whom he mourned, than the king's seventh wife.