  Presently the door swung open, and a
silken page said--

The Lady Jane Grey.

The door closed and a sweet young girl, richly clad, bounded toward him.
But she stopped suddenly, and said in a distressed voice--

Oh, what aileth thee, my lord?

Toms breath was nearly failing him; but he made shift to stammer out--

Ah, be merciful, thou!  In sooth I am no lord, but only poor Tom Canty
of Offal Court in the city.