-not even
when you are crowned queen--but be warned by Catherine of Arragon."

"Catherine has not the art to retain him," said Anne. "Henry will never
divorce me."

"Take care he does not rid himself of you in a more summary manner,
daughter," rejoined Rochford. "If you would stand well with him, you
must study his lightest word, look, and action--humour him in every
whim--and yield to every caprice. Above all, you must exhibit no
jealousy."

"You are wrong in all but the last, father," returned Anne. "Henry is
not to be pleased by such nice attention to his humours. It is because
I have shown myself careless of them that I have captivated him. But
I will take care not to exhibit jealousy, and, sooth to say, I do not
think I shall have cause."

"Be not too sure of that," replied Rochford. "And at all events, let not
the king have cause to be jealous of you. I trust Wyat will be banished
from court. But if he is not, do not let him approach you more."

"Poor Sir Thomas!" sighed Anne. "He loved me very dearly."

"But what is his love compared to the king's?" cried Rochford. "Tut,
tut, girl! think no more of him."

"I will not, my lord," she rejoined; "I see the prudence of your
counsel, and will obey it. Leave me, I pray you. I will soon win back
the affections of the king."

No sooner had Rochford quitted the chamber than the arras at the farther
end was raised, and Wyat stepped from behind it. His first proceeding
was to bar the door.

"What means this, Sir Thomas?" cried Anne in alarm. "How have you
obtained admittance here?"

"Through the secret staircase," replied Wyat, bending the knee before
her.

"Rise, sir!" cried Anne, in great alarm. "Return, I beseech you, as you
came. You have greatly endangered me by coming here. If you are seen to
leave this chamber, it will be in vain to assert my innocence to Henry.
Oh, Sir Thomas! you cannot love me, or you would not have done this."

"Not love you, Anne!" he repeated bitterly; "not love you I Words cannot
speak my devotion. I would lay down my head on the scaffold to prove it.
But for my love for you, I would throw open that door, and walk forth so
that all might see me--so that Henry might experience some part of the
anguish I now feel."

"But you will not do so, good Sir Thomas--dear Sir Thomas," cried Anne
Boleyn, in alarm.

"Have no fear," rejoined Wyat, with some contempt; "I will sacrifice
even vengeance to love."

"Sir Thomas, I had tolerated