This was, for her, language wholly new and never heard before, at which her heart trembled in blissful awe, which rushed around her in enchanting melodies and lulled her into a sweet stupefaction.

Now she herself even forgot that she was queen, that she was the wife of Henry, the bloodthirsty and the jealous.

She was conscious only of this, that the man whom she had so long loved, was now kneeling at her side.

With rapture she drank in his words, which struck upon her ear like exquisite music.
Thomas Seymour continued.

He told her all he had suffered.