and revenge. She
could kiss the lips of those whose destruction she had perhaps just
sworn. She could preserve a harmless, innocent air, while she observed
everything, and took notice of every breath, every smile, every movement
of the eyelashes.

Hence it was very important for Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, to bring
his "friend" of the queen to court, and make of this disciple of Loyola
an ally and friend.

Lady Jane Douglas was alone; and, pacing up and down her room, she
thought over the events of the day.

Now, that no one was observing her, she had laid aside that gentle,
serious mien, which one was wont to see about her at other times; her
countenance betrayed in rapid changes all the various sad and cheerful,
tempestuous and tender feelings which agitated her.

She who had hitherto had only one aim before her eyes, to serve the
Church, and to consecrate her whole life to this service; she whose
heart had been hitherto open only to ambition and devotion, she felt
to-day wholly new and never-suspected feelings springing up within her.
A new thought had entered into her life, the woman was awakened in her,
and beat violently at that heart which devotion had overlaid with a hard
coating.

She had tried to collect herself in prayer, and to fill her soul so
entirely with the idea of God and her Church, that no earthly thought
or desire could find place therein. But ever and again arose before her
mind's eye the noble countenance of Henry Howard, ever and again she
fancied that she heard his earnest, melodious voice, which made her
heart shake and tremble like a magical incantation. She had at first
struggled against these sweet fancies, which forced upon her such
strange and undreamed-of thoughts; but at length the woman in her got
the better of the fanatical Romanist, and, dropping into a seat, she
surrendered herself to her dreams and fancies.

"Has he recognized me?" asked she of herself. "Does he still remember
that a year ago we saw each other daily at the king's court in Dublin?"

"But no," added she mournfully, "he knows nothing of it. He had then
eyes and sense only for his young wife. Ah, and she was beautiful and
lovely as one of the Graces. But I, am not I also beautiful? and
have not the noblest cavaliers paid me homage, and sighed for me in
unavailing love? How comes it, then, that where I would please, there
I am always overlooked? How comes it, that the only two men, for whose
notice I ever ca