This is our command--note it, Cromwell--that all things be done quickly as occasion shall arise to give effect to these precepts, pardons and patents which you, Cromwell, shall countersign ere they leave this room.
Also, that no further fee, secret or declared, shall be taken from the Lady Harflete, whom henceforth, in token of our special favour, we create and name the Lady of Blossholme, from her husband or her child, as to any of these matters, and that Commissioner Legh, on receipt thereof, shall pay into our treasury any sum or sums that Dame Harflete may have promised to him.

Write it down, my Lord Cromwell, and see that our words are carried out, lest it be the worse for you." The Vicar-General hastened to obey, for there was something in the King's eye that frightened him.

Meanwhile the Queen, after she had seen the coveted pearl disappear into Jacob's pocket, thrust back the child into Cicely's arms, and without any word of adieu or reverence to the King, followed by her lady, departed from the room, slamming the door behind her.
"Her Grace is cross because that gem--your gem, Lady Harflete--was refused to her," said Henry, then added in an angry growl, "'Fore God! does she dare to play off her tempers upon me, and so soon, when I am troubled about big matters?
Oho! Jane Seymour is the Queen to-day, and she'd let the world know it.

Well, what makes a queen?
A king's fancy and a crown of gold, which the hand that set it on can take off again, head and all, if it stick too tight.

And then where's your queen?
Pest upon women and the whims that make us seek their company! Dame Harflete, you'd not treat your lord so, would you?
You have never been to Court, I think, or I should have known your eyes again.