"I can not see any one," answered the tortured old man.
"She is an old woman."
"I could not see the queen."
He heard an echo of the servant's voice in the hall.
"He says that he could not see the queen."
"Well, tell him that I am something more than that to him. He will see me, or else I will die at his door."
There came a tap on the door, very gentle.
"Who is there?"
"It is Jane."
"What Jane—who?"