"
Anne Boleyn turned as pale as death, and Jane Seymour perceived that
she had her in her power.
"I gave the portrait to Sir Henry as a recompense for an important
service he rendered me," said Anne, after a slight pause.
"No doubt," replied Jane; "and I marvel not that he should press it so
fervently to his lips, seeing he must value the gift highly. The king
likewise bestowed his portrait upon me for rendering him a service."
"And what was that?" asked Anne.
"Nay, there your majesty must hold me excused," replied the other. "It
were to betray his highness's confidence to declare it. I must refer you
to him for explanation."
"Well, you are in the right to keep the secret," said Anne, forcing a
laugh. "I dare say there is no harm in the portrait--indeed, I am sure
there is not, if it was given with the same intent that mine was
bestowed upon Norris. And so we will say no more upon the matter,
except that I beg you to be discreet with the king. If others should
comment upon your conduct, I may be compelled to dismiss you."
"Your majesty shall be obeyed," said Jane, with a look that intimated
that the request had but slight weight with her.
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