I can't do anything to add to your happiness, but Jane can do everything. You love her. I may never be able to do anything for you. Fortunately for you, you are not high and mighty enough to ever need the help of the turnkey of the Tower of London. Jane will pay my debt at the same time that she pays her own, because she and I owe everything to you. Jane was but a poor child, a forsaken orphan; you took her home and brought her up. I was drowning in the Thames, one fine day, and you dragged me out of the water. GILBERT. Why do you always talk about that, Joshua? JOSHUA. In order to tell you that our duty, Jane's and mine, is to love you. I, as a brother; and she, not as a sister. JANE. No, as a woman. I understand you, Joshua. [_She sinks back into her reverie._ GILBERT. Look at her, Joshua! Is she not beautiful and attractive, and is she not worthy of a king? If you only knew! You cannot imagine how I love her! JOSHUA. Be careful! It is dangerous. A woman should not be loved so much as that. With a child, it is different. GILBERT. What do you mean? JOSHUA. Nothing. I will be at your wedding next week. I hope State affairs will leave me a little liberty then, and that everything will be finished. GILBERT. How? What will be finished? JOSHUA. Ah, these things do not interest you, Gilbert. You are in love; you belong to the people. What do the intrigues of the high-born matter to you, who are happy among the low-born? But since you ask me, I will tell you that within one week, perhaps within twenty-four hours, it is hoped that Fabiano Fabiani's place near the Queen will be filled by another. GILBERT. Who is Fabiano Fabiani? JOSHUA. The Queen's lover: a very celebrated and a very fascinating favorite--a favorite who has had his enemies' heads chopped off with greater dispatch than a procuress can repeat an "Ave"; the best favorite that the executioner of the Tower of London has had for ten years. For you must know that every great lord's head that falls, brings in ten silver crowns to the executioner--sometimes twice as much, when the head is very distinguished. The fall of this Fabiani is greatly desired; though, I must say, during my duties at the Tower, it is only the bad-tempered people whom I hear find fault with him--the discontented people; those whose heads are to fall next month. GILBERT. Let the wolves rend each other! What do we care about the Queen and the Queen's favorite? Isn't it so, Jane? JOSHUA. There is a big conspiracy against Fabiani; if he escapes, he will be lucky. I should not be surprised if they were to strike some blow to-night. I just saw Master Simon Renard prowling about here, very much absorbed. GILBERT. Who is Master Simon Renard? JOSHUA.