Janet he lies Were it the last word I have to speak, he had his own foul ends to seek ; and broader he would have displayed them, had my passion permitted me to preserve the silence which at first encouraged him to unfold his vile projects. Madam,» said Varney, overwhelmed in spite of his effrontery, « I entreat you to believe yourself mistaken. » «< As soon will I believe light darkness. Have I drank of oblivion ? Do I not remember former passages, which, known to Leicester, had given thee the preferment of a gallows, instead of the honour of his intimacy. — I would I were a man but for five minutes! It were space enough to make a craven like thee confess his villainy. But go-begone-Tell thy master, that when I take the foul course to which such scandalous deceits as thou hast recommended on his behalf must necessarily lead me, I will give him a rival something worthy of the name. He shall not be supplanted by an ignominious lacquey, whose best fortune is to catch his master's last suit of clothes ere it is thread-bare, and who is only fit to seduce a suburb-wench by the bravery of new roses in his master's old pantofles. Go, begone, sir I scorn thee so much, that I am ashamed to have been angry with thee. » Varney left the room with a mute expression of rage, and was followed by Foster, whose apprehension, naturally slow, was overpowered by the eager and abundant discharge of indigna tion, which, for the first time, he had heard burst from the lips of a being, who had seemed till that moment too languid, and too gentle, to nurse an angry thought, or utter an intemperate expression. Foster, therefore, pursued Varney from place to place, persecuting him with interrogatories, to which the other replied not, until they were in the opposite side of the quadrangle, and in the old library; with which the reader has already been made acquainted. Here he turned round on his persevering follower, and thus addressed him, in a tone tolerably equal; that brief walk having been sufficient to give one so habituated to command his temper, time to rally and recover his presence of mind. Tony,» he said, with his usual sneering laugh, «< it avails not to deny it. The Woman and the Devil, who, as thine oracle Holdforth will confirm to thee, cheated man at the beginning, have this day proved more powerful than my discretion. Yon termagant looked so tempting, and had the art to preserve her countenance so naturally, while I communicated my lord's message, that, by my faith, I thought I might say some little thing for myself. She thinks she hath my head under her girdle now, but she is de ceived. Where is Doctor Alasco ? » « In his laboratory,» answered Foster; «it is the hour he is not spoken withal-we must wait till noon is past, or spoil his important-What said I important?-I would say interrupt his divine studies? -(( <«< Ay, he studies the devil's divinity,» said Varney, but when I want him, one hour must suffice as well as another. Lead the way to his pandæmonium. » So spoke Varney, and with hasty and perturbed steps followed Foster, who conducted him through private passages, many of which were well nigh ruinous, to the opposite side of the quadrangle, where, in a subterranean apartment, now occupied by the chemist Alasco, one of the Abbots of Abingdon, who had a turn for the occult sciences, had, much to the scandal of his convent, established a laboratory, in which, like other fools of the time, he spent much precious time, and money besides, in the pursuit of the grand arcanum. Anthony Foster paused before the door, which was scrupulously secured within, and again shewed a marked hesitation to disturb the sage in his operations. But Varney, less scrupulous, roused him, by knocking and voice, until at length, slowly and reluctantly, the inmate of the apartment undid the door. The chemist appeared, with his eyes bleared with the heat and vapours of the stove or alembic over which he brooded, and the interior of his cell displayed the confused assemblage of heterogeneous substances, and extraordinary implements, belonging to his profession. The old man was mutter ing, with spiteful impatience, « Am I for ever to be recalled to the affairs of earth from those of heaven?» «To the affairs of hell,» answered Varney, «< for that is thy proper element. - Foster, we need thee at our conference. » Foster slowly entered the room. Varney, following, barred the door, and they betook themselves to secret council. In the meanwhile, the Countess traversed the apartment, with shame and anger contending on her lovely cheek. me, « The villain,» she said, « the cold-blooded calculating slave! But I unmasked him, Janet I made the snake uncoil all his folds before and crawl abroad in his naked deformity -I suspended my resentment, at the danger of suffocating under the effort, until he had let me see the very bottom of a heart more foul than hell's darkest corner. And thou, Leicester, is it possible thou couldst bid me for a moment deny my wedded right in thee, or thyself yield it to another? But it is impossible — the villain has lied in all. - Janet, I will not remain here longer-I fear him-I fear thy father-I grieve to say it, Janet - but I fear thy father, and, worst of all, this odious Varney. I will escape from Cumnor. » « Alas! madam, whither would you fly, or by what means will you escape from these walls? » I know not, Janet, » said the unfortunate young lady, looking upwards, and clasping her hands together, « I know not where I shall fly, or by what means; but I am certain the God I have served will not abandon me in this dreadful crisis, for I am in the hands of wicked men. « Do not think so, dear lady,» said Janet; my father is stern and strict in his temper, and severely true to his trust - but yet » At this moment, Anthony Foster entered the apartment, bearing in his hand a glass cup, and a small flask. His manner was singular; for, while approaching the Countess with the respect due to her rank, he had till this time suffered to become visible, or had been unable to suppress, the obdurate sulkiness of his natural disposition, which, as is usual with those of his unhappy temper, was chiefly exerted towards those over whom circumstances gave him controul. But at present he shewed nothing of that sullen consciousness of authority which he was wont to conceal under a clumsy affectation of civility and deference, as a ruffian hides his pistols and bludgeon under his ill-fashioned gaberdine. And yet it seemed as if his smile was more in fear than in courtesy, and as if, while he pressed the Countess to taste of the choice cordial, which should refresh her spirits after her late alarm, he was conscious of meditating some farther injury. His hand trembled also, his voice faultered, and his whole outward behaviour exhibited so much that was suspicious, that his daughter Janet, after she had stood looking at him in astonishment for some seconds, |