It was now almost an impossibility to speak in her behalf, and to implore pardon for her was to become a partaker of her crime.

Thomas Seymour had abandoned her, because, as traitress to her king, she had rendered herself unworthy of his protection.

Who now would be so presumptuous as to still protect the traitress?
Henry Howard did it; he reiterated his supplication for Anne Askew's pardon.

But the king's countenance grew darker and darker, and the courtiers watched with dread the coming of the moment when his wrath would dash in pieces the poor Earl of Surrey.
In the row of ladies also, here and there, a pale face was visible, and many a beautiful and beaming eye was dimmed with tears at the sight of this gallant and handsome cavalier, who was hazarding even his life for a woman.
"He is lost!" murmured Lady Jane Douglas; and, completely crushed and lifeless, she leaned for a moment against the wall.

But she soon recovered herself, and her eye beamed with bold resolution.