I was Mary Queen of Scots
Colm Tóibín: Biographical empathy, 21 October 2004
“... room, smiling at her as he had smiled in the Exchequer House.She cried out in feigned alarm: ‘My lord . . . what means this?’He smiled. As though she did not know! But he enjoyed the masquerade as much as she did. Of late she had perhaps been overeager, and a certain amount of resistance had always appealed to him. So she protested but her heart was not in ... ”