H. C. Bailey,
The Lonely Queen — Art Magic
(1910)
“ Elizabeth stood still, cold and bound with thought, in the hour of triumph. All the world was upside down. The Queen had broken with Spain—the Queen was turning from Rome. The tyranny was over—past. The flames that had tortured England would die down. There would be safety and free life again. But what of the wrath to come? Nor Spain, nor Rome would take such defeat lightly. In a while she remembered that propriety called her to her sister's sorrows. She went in and was dutifully kind. Mary lay upon her bed, body and limbs drawn together, and sometimes she sobbed. ”
