"She loves another, then!" "No, my father! Her heart is yet like a sheet of white paper: no single name is yet inscribed there." "Then we must write a name there, and this name must drive her to the scaffold, or into banishment," said her father impetuously.

"It is your business, my child, to take a steel graver, and in some way write a name in Catharine's heart so deep and indelibly, that the king may some day read it there.".