I am listening to you, madame. I am like you. I have got many things to say. But I would like to have the order to suspend the execution signed, and the man sent off. You see it would be finished then. We could talk better afterward. Oh, that bell! forever, that bell! THE QUEEN. What you want is impossible, Lady Jane. JANE. Oh, no, it is possible!--a man on horseback. There is a very short way--by the wharf. I can go--I-- It is quite possible! It is easy! You see I talk very quietly. THE QUEEN. But the people won't have it. They will come back here and massacre everybody in the Tower. And Fabiano is here yet. Can't you understand? You are trembling, poor child. I am like you--I tremble also. In your turn, put yourself in my place. I might easily not take the trouble to explain all this to you. You see I do what I can. Don't think about this Gilbert any more. Jane, it is over-- Resign yourself. JANE. Over! No, it is not over! No--as long as that horrible bell tolls, it is not over! Resign myself to Gilbert's death? Do you think I am going to let Gilbert die like that? No, madame! Ah, I am wasting my time! Ah, you won't listen to me! Very well, if the Queen won't hear me, the people will. They are good, the people--if you but knew it! They are in the court yet. You can do what you like with me afterward. I am going to tell them they are cheated; and that it is not Fabiani, it's a poor workman, named Gilbert--a workman like themselves! THE QUEEN. Stop, you wretched child! [_She seizes her arm and looks at her fixedly and resentfully._ This is the way you thank me, is it? I am patient and gentle with you, I weep with you--and all at once, you get wild and furious! Well, my love is just as great as yours, and my hand is more powerful! You shall not stir! Your lover!--what do I care for your lover? Are all the girls in England coming to ask me about their lovers, now? By my soul, I save my own as well as I can, and at the cost of everything which stands in his way. You must look after yours. JANE. Let me go! Oh, I curse you, you wretched, wicked woman! THE QUEEN. Hush! JANE. I will not hush! Do you want me to tell you what I'm thinking of now? I don't believe the man who is going to die out there is my Gilbert. THE QUEEN. What are you saying? JANE. I don't know, but I saw him pass by under that black veil; and if it had been my Gilbert, something would have stirred in me, something would have roused itself in my heart, and would have cried out to me, "Gilbert--it is Gilbert." But I felt nothing at all; it is not Gilbert. THE QUEEN.