Henry, I love you deeply,
devotedly--but Catherine's terrible imprecations make me feel more
keenly than I have ever done before the extent of the wrong I am about
to inflict upon her--and I fear that retributive punishment will follow it."
"You will do her no wrong," replied Henry. "I am satisfied of the justice
of the divorce, and of its necessity; and if my purposed union with you
were out of the question, I should demand it. Be the fault on my head."
"Your words restore me in some measure, my liege," said Anne. "I love
you too well not to risk body and soul for you. I am yours for ever--ah!"
she exclaimed, with a fearful look.
"What ails you, sweetheart?" exclaimed the king.
"I thought I saw a face at the window," she replied--"a black and
hideous face like that of a fiend."
"It was mere fancy," replied the king. "Your mind is disturbed by what
has occurred. You had better join your attendants, and retire to your
own apartments."
"Oh, Henry!" cried Anne--" do not judge me unheard - do not believe
what any false tongue may utter against me. I love only you and can
love only you. I would not wrong you, even in thought, for worlds."
"I believe you, sweetheart," replied the king tenderly.
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