“Ah, the king wants that!” cried the earl, scornfully.
“Forsooth, now, he has made a good beginning toward bringing about this reconciliation. He has insulted me before all Europe, by removing me from my command, and investing a Seymour with my rank and dignity; and he requires that I in return shall love this arrogant earl, who has robbed me of what is my due; who has long intrigued and besieged the king’s ears with lies and calumnies, till he has gained his end and supplanted me.”
“It is true the king recalled you from the army; but this was done in order to give you the first place at his court—to appoint you lord chamberlain to the queen.”
Henry Howard trembled and was silent. “It is true,” he then muttered; “I am obliged to the king for this place.”
“And then,” continued the duchess, with an innocent air, “then I do not believe either that Lord Hertford is to blame for your recall. To prove this to you, he has made a proposal to the king, and to me also, which is to testify to you and to all the world how great an honor Lord Hertford esteems it to be allied to the Howards, and above all things to you, by the most sacred bonds.”
“Ah, that noble, magnanimous lord!” cried Henry Howard, with a bitter laugh. “As matters do not advance well with laurels, he tries the myrtles; since he can win no battles, he wants to make marriages. Now, sister, let me hear what he has to propose.”
“A double marriage, Henry. He asks my hand for his brother Thomas Seymour, provided you choose his sister, Lady Margaret, for your wife.”
“Never!” cried the earl. “Never will Henry Howard present his hand to a daughter of that house; never condescend so far as to elevate a Seymour to be his wife. That is well enough for a king—not for a Howard!”
“Brother, you insult the king!”
“Well, I insult him, then! He has insulted me, too, in arranging this base scheme.”