p, so that I can wake for you."

She raised her arm threateningly toward the door, and wildly shook her
head. Her long black ringlets encircled and danced around her sullen
brow like the snakes of the furies; and pale and colorless, and with
demon-like beauty, she resembled altogether the goddess of vengeance, in
scornful triumph preparing to tread her victim beneath her feet.

With a low laugh she now glided adown the corridor, but not to that
staircase yonder, but farther down to the end, where on the wall hung
a life-size picture of Henry the Sixth. She pressed on a spring; the
picture flew open, and through the door concealed behind it Lady Jane
left the corridor.

"She is going to the green-room to a meeting with Henry Howard!"
whispered John Heywood, who now stepped forth from behind the pillar.
"Oh, now I comprehend it all; now the whole of this devilish plot is
clear to me; Lady Jane is Earl Surrey's lady-love, and they want to make
the king believe that it is the queen. Doubtless this Surrey is with
them in the conspiracy, and perhaps he will call Jane Douglas by the
name of the queen. They will let the king see her but a moment. She
wears a gold brocade dress and a diamond diadem like the queen; and
thereby they hope to deceive Henry. She has the queen's form precisely;
and everybody knows the astonishing similarity and likeness of Lady
Jane's voice to that of the queen. Oh, oh, it is a tolerably cunning
plot! But nevertheless you shall not succeed, and you shall not yet
gain the victory. Patience, only patience! We likewise will be in the
green-room, and face to face with this royal counterfeit we will place
the genuine queen!"

With hurried step John Heywood also left the corridor, which was now
lonely and still, for the queen had gone to rest.

Yes, the queen slept, and yet over yonder in the green-room everything
was prepared for her reception.

It was to be a very brilliant and extraordinary reception; for the king,
in his own person, had betaken himself to that wing of the castle, and
the chief master of ceremonies, Earl Douglas, had accompanied him.

To the king, this excursion, which he had to make on foot, had been very
troublesome; and this inconvenience had made him only still more
furious and excited, and the last trace of compassion for his queen had
disappeared from the king's breast, for on Catharine's account he had
been obliged to make this long journey to the green-room; and with a
gr