impose silence on the earl.

"Young as he is, he loves well and truly," remarked Wyat, in a sombre
tone.

"What is all this? "inquired the Fair Geraldine, who had been gazing
through the casement into the court below.

"I was merely expressing a wish that Surrey may never have a monarch
for a rival, fair lady," replied Wyat.

"It matters little who may be his rival," rejoined Geraldine, "provided
she he loves be constant."

"Right, lady, right," said Wyat, with great bitterness. At this moment Will
Sommers approached them. "I come to bid you to the Lady Anne's
presence, Sir Thomas, and you to the king's, my lord of Surrey," said the
jester. "I noticed what has just taken place," he remarked to the latter,
as they proceeded towards the royal canopy, beneath which Henry and
the Lady Anne Boleyn were seated; "but Richmond will not relinquish
her tamely, for all that."

Anne Boleyn had summoned Sir Thomas Wyat, in order to gratify her
vanity by showing him the unbounded influence she possessed over his
royal rival; and the half-suppressed agony displayed by the unfortunate
lover at the exhibition afforded her a pleasure such as only the most
refined coquette can feel.

Surrey was sent for by the king to receive instructions, in his quality of
vice-chamberlain, respecting a tilting-match and hunting-party to be