love and ambition. Who was it that took the obscure Amy Robsart, the daughter of an impoverished and dotard knight-the destined bride of a moonstruck, moping enthusiast, like Edmund Tressilian, from her lowly fates, and held out to her in prospect, the brightest fortune in England, or perchance in Europe? Why man, it was I -as I have often told thee-that found opportunity for their secret meetings-It was I who watched the wood while he beat for the deer-It was I who, to this day, am blamed by her family as the companion of her flight, and were I in their neighbourhood, would be fain to wear a shirt of better stuff than Holland linen, lest my ribs should be acquainted with Spanish steel. Who carried their letters? -I. Who amused the old knight and Tressilian?-J. Who planned her escape?-It was I. It was 1, in short, Dick Varney, who pulled this pretty little daisy from its lowly nook, and placed it in the proudest bonnet in Britain."

"Ay, Master Varney," said Foster, "but it may be she thinks, that had the matter remained with you, the flower had been stuck so slightly into the cap, that the first breath of a changeable breeze of passion, had blown the poor daisy to the common."

"She should consider," said Varney, smiling, “the true faith I owed my lord and master prevented me at first from counselling marriage-and yet I did counsel marriage when I saw she would not be satisfied without the-the sacrament or the ceremony-which callest thou it, Anthony ?"

"Still she has you at feud on another score," said Foster;" and I tell it you that you may look to yourself in time-She would not hide her splendour in this dark lantern of an old monastic house, but would fain shine a countess amongst countesses.'

"Very natural, very right," answered Varney; "but what have I to do with that?-she may shine through horn or througn crystal at my lord's pleasure, I have nought to say against it."

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"She deems that you have an oar upon that side of the boat, Master Varney," replied Foster," and that you can pull it or no, at your good pleasure. In a word, she ascribes the secrecy and obscurity in which she is kept, to your secret counsel to my lord, and to my strict agency; and so she loves us both as a sentenced man loves his judge and his jailor."

"She must love us better ere she leave this place, Anthony," answered Varney. "If I have counselled for weighty reasons that she remain here for a season, I can also advise her being brought forth in the full blow of her dignity. But I were mad to do so, holding so near a place to my lord's person, were she mine enemy. Bear this truth in upon her as occasion offers, Anthony, and let me alone for extolling you in her ear, and exalting you in her opinion-Ka me, ka thee-it is a proverb all over the world—The lady must know her friends, and be made to judge of the power they have of being her enemies meanwhile, watch her strictly, but with all the outward observance that thy rough nature will permit.. 'Tis an excellent thing that sullen look and bull-dog humour of thine; thou shouldst thank God for it, and so should my lord; for when there is aught harsh or hard-natured to be done, thou doest it as if it flowed from thine own natural doggedness, and not from orders, and so my lord escapes the scandal.—But hark-some one knocks at the gate-look out at the window-let no one enter— this were an ill night to be interrupted."

"It is he whom we spoke of before dinner," said Foster, as he looked through the casement; "it is Michael Lambourne."

"Oh, admit him, by all means," said the courtier, "he comes to give some account of his guest-it imports us much to know the movements of Edmund Tressilian —Admit hin, I say, but bring him not hither—I will come to you presently in the abbot's library."

Foster left the room, and the courtier, who remained behind, paced the parlour more than once in deep thought, his arms folded on his bosom, until at length he

gave vent

to his meditations in broken words, which we have somewhat enlarged and connected, that his soliloquy may be intelligible to the reader.

" "Tis true," he said, suddenly stopping, and resting his right hand on the table at which they had been sitting, "this base churl hath fathomed the very depth of my fear, and I have been unable to disguise it from him-She loves me not—I would it were as true that I loved not her-Idiot that I was, to move her in my own behalf, when wisdom bade me be a true broker to my lord! And this fatal error has placed me more at her discretion than a wise man would willingly be at that of the best piece of painted Eve's flesh of them all. Since the hour that my policy made so perilous a slip, I cannot look at her without fear, and hate, and fondness, so strangely mingled, that I know not whether, were it at my choice, I would rather possess or ruin her. But she must not leave this retreat until I am assured on what terms we are to stand. My lord's interest-and so far it is mine own -for if he sinks I fall in his train-demands concealment of this obscure marriage-and besides I will not lend her my arm to climb to her chair of state, that she may set her foot on my neck when she is fairly seated. I must work an interest in her, either through love or through fear-and who knows but I may yet reap the sweetest and best revenge for her former scorn?—that were indeed a master-piece of courtlike art !-Let me but once be her counsel-keeper-let her confide to me a secret, did it but concern the robbery of a linnet's nest, and, fair countess, thou art mine own!" He again paced the room in silence, stopped, filled, and drank a cup of wine, as if to compose the agitation of his mind, and muttering, "Now for a close heart, and an open and unruffled brow," he left the apartment.

CHAPTER VI.

The dews of summer night did fall,
The moon, sweet regent of the sky,
Silver'd the walls of Cumnor-hall,

And many an oak that grew thereby.2

Mickle.

FOUR apartments, which occupied the western side of the old quadrangle at Cumnor-Place, had been fitted up with extraordinary splendour. This had been the work of several days prior to that on which our story opened. Workmen sent from London, and not permitted to leave the premises until the work was finished, had converted the apartments in that side of the building, from the dilapidated appearance of a dissolved monastic house, into the semblance of a royal palace. A mystery was observed in all these arrangements: the workmen came thither and returned by night, and all measures were taken to prevent the prying curiosity of the villagers from observing or speculating upon the changes which were taking place in the mansion of their once indigent, but now wealthy neighbour, Anthony Foster. Accordingly, the secrecy desired was so far preserved, that nothing got abroad but vague and uncertain reports, which were received and repeated, but without much credit being attached to them.

On the evening of which we treat, the new and highly decorated suite of rooms were, for the first time, illuminated, and that with a brilliancy which might have been visible half-a-dozen miles off, had not oaken shutters, carefully secured with bolt and padlock, and mantled with long curtains of silk and of velvet, deeply fringed with gold, prevented the slightest gleam of radiance from being seen without.

The principal apartments, as we have seen, were four in number, each opening into the other. Access was

given to them by a large scale staircase, as they were then called, of unusual length and height, which had its landing-place at the door of an antechamber, shaped somewhat like a gallery. This apartment the abbot had used as an occasional council-room, but it was now beautifully wainscotted with dark foreign wood of a brown colour, and bearing a high polish, said to have been brought from the Western Indies, and to have been wrought in London with infinite difficulty, and much damage to the tools of the workmen. The dark colour of this finishing was relieved by the number of lights in silver sconces, which hung against the walls, and by six large and richly-framed pictures, by the first masters of the age. A massy oaken table, placed at the lower end of the apartment, served to accommodate such as chose to play at the then fashionable game of shovel-board; and there was at the other end, an elevated gallery, for the musicians or minstrels, who might be summoned to increase the festivity of the evening.

From this antechamber opened a banquetting room of moderate size, but brilliant enough to dazzle the eyes of the spectator with the richness of its furniture. The walls, lately so bare and ghastly, were now clothed with hangings of sky-blue velvet and silver; the chairs were of ebony, richly carved, with cushions corresponding to the hangings, and the place of the silver sconces which enlightened the antechamber, was supplied by a huge chandelier of the same precious metal. The floor was covered with a Spanish foot-cloth, or carpet, on which flowers and fruits were represented in such glowing and natural colours, that you hesitated to place the foot on such exquisite workmanship. The table, of old English oak, stood ready covered with the finest linen, and a large portable court-cupboard was placed with the leaves of its embossed folding-doors displayed, showing the shelves within, decorated with a full display of plate and porcelain. In the midst of the table stood a salt-cellar of Italian workmanship, a beautiful and splendid piece of 6*

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