"
"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.
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