He found her in a white cymar of silk lined with furs, her little feet unstockinged and hastily thrust into slippers; her unbraided hair escaping from under her midnight coif, with little array but her own loveliness, rather augmented than diminished by the grief which she felt at the approaching moment of separation.

"Now, God be with thee, my dearest and loveliest !" said the earl, scarce tearing himself from her embrace, yet again returning to fold her again and again in his arms, and again bidding farewell, and again returning to kiss and bid adieu once more. "The sun is on the verge of the blue horizon-I dare not stay.-Ere this I should have been ten miles from hence.”

Such were the words, with which at length he strove to cut short their parting interview.

"You will not grant my request, then?" said the countess. "Ah, false knight! did ever lady, with bare foot in slipper, seek boon of a brave knight, yet return with denial?"

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'Anything, Amy, anything thou canst ask I will grant,' answered the earl-" always excepting," he said, "that which might ruin us both."

"Nay," said the countess, "I urge not my wish to be acknowledged in the character which would make me the envy of England-as the wife, that is, of my brave and noble lord, the first as the most fondly beloved of English nobles.-Let me but share the secret with my dear father!-Let me but end his misery on my unworthy account-they say he is ill, the good old kind-hearted

man!"

"They say?" asked the earl, hastily; "who says? Did not Varney convey to Sir Hugh all we dare at present tell him concerning your happiness and welfare? and has he not told you that the good old knight was following, with good heart and health, his favourite and wonted exercise? Who has dared put other thoughts into your head?"

"O, no one, my lord, no one," said the countess, something alarmed at the tone in which the question was

put; "but yet, my lord, I would fain be assured by mine own eye-sight that my father is well."

"Be contented, Amy-thou canst not now have communication with thy father or his house. Were it not a deep course of policy to commit no secret unnecessarily to the custody of more than must needs be, it were sufficient reason for secrecy that yonder Cornish man, yonder Trevanion, or Tressilian, or whatever his name is, haunts the old knight's house, and must necessarily know whatever is communicated there."

"My lord," answered the countess, "I do not think it so. My father has been long noted a worthy and honourable man; and for Tressilian, if we can pardon ourselves the ill we have wrought him, I will wager the coronet I am to share with you one day, that he is incapable of returning injury for injury."

"I will not trust him, however, Amy," said her husband; "by my honour I will not trust him-I would rather the foul fiend intermingle in our secret than this Tressilian!"

"And why, my lord ?" said the countess, though she shuddered slightly at the tone of determination in which he spoke; "let me but know why you think thus hardly of Tressilian ?”

"Madam," replied the earl, "my will ought to be a sufficient reason-If you desire more, consider how this Tressilian is leagued, and with whom. He stands high in the opinion of this Radcliffe, this Sussex, against whom I am barely able to maintain my ground in the opinion of our suspicious mistress; and if he had me at such advantage, Amy, as to become acquainted with the tale of our marriage, before Elizabeth were fitly prepared, I were an outcast from her grace forever-a bankrupt at once in favour and in fortune, perhaps, for she hath in her a touch of her father Henry,-a victim, and it may be a bloody one, to her offended and jealous resentment.' "But why, my lord," again urged his lady, "should you deem thus injuriously of a man, of whom you know so little? What you do know of Tressilian is through me,

and it is I who assure you that in no circumstances will he betray your secret. If I did him wrong in your behalf, my lord, I am now the more concerned you should do him justice.-You are offended at my speaking of him, what would you say had I actually myself seen him ?"

"If you had,” replied the earl, "you would do well to keep that interview as secret as that which is spoken in a confessional. I seek no one's ruin; but he who thrusts himselfon my secret privacy, were better look well to his future walk. The bear brooks no one to cross his awful path."3

"Awful, indeed!" said the countess turning very pale. “You are ill, my love," said the earl, supporting her in his arms; "stretch yourself on your couch again, it is but an early day for you to leave it. Have you aught else, involving less than my fame, my fortune, and my life, to ask of me?"

"Nothing, my lord and love," answered the countess, faintly; "something there was that I would have told you, but your anger has driven it from my recollection."

"Reserve it till our next meeting, my love," said the earl fondly, and again embracing her; "and barring only those requests which I cannot and dare not grant, thy wish must be more than England and all its dependencies can fulfil, if it is not gratified to the letter."

Thus saying he at length took farewell. At the bottom of the staircase he received from Varney an ample livery cloak and slouched hat in which he wrapped himself so as to disguise his person, and completely conceal his features. Horses were ready in the court-yard for himself and Varney; for one or two of his train, entrusted with the secret so far as to know or guess that the earl intrigued with a beautiful lady at that mansion, though her name and quality were unknown to them, had already been dismissed over night.

Anthony Foster himself had in hand the rein of the earl's palfrey, a stout and able nag for the road; while his old serving-man held the bridle of the more showy and gal

lant steed which Richard Varney was to occupy in the character of master.

As the earl approached, however, Varney advanced to hold his master's bridle, and to prevent Foster from paying that duty to the earl, which he probably considered as belonging to his own office. Foster scowled at an interference which seemed intended to prevent his paying his court to his patron, but gave place to Varney; and the earl mounting without farther observation, and forgetting that his assumed character of a domestic threw him into the rear of his supposed master, rode pensively out of the quadrangle, not without waving his hand repeatedly in answer to the signals which were made by the countess with her kerchief, from the windows of her apartment.

While his stately form vanished under the dark archway which led out of the quadrangle, Varney muttered, "There goes fine policy-the servant before the master !" then as he disappeared, seized the moment to speak a word with Foster. "Thou look'st dark on me, Anthony," he said, "as if I had deprived thee of a parting nod of my lord; but I have moved him to leave thee a better remembrance for thy faithful service. See here! a purse of as good gold as ever chinked under a miser's thumb and forefinger. Ay, count them, lad," said he, as Foster received the gold with a grim smile, " and add to them the goodly remembrance he gave last night to Janet."

"How's this! how's this!" said Anthony Foster, hastily; "gave he gold to Janet ?"

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Ay, man, wherefore not?-does not her service to his fair lady require guerdon?"

"She shall have none on't," said Foster; "she shall return it. I know his dotage on one face is as brief as it is deep. His affections are as fickle as the moon."

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Why, Foster, thou art mad-thou dost not hope for such good fortune, as that my lord should cast an eye on Janet? Who, in the fiend's name, would listen to the thrush when the nightingale is singing?"

"Thrush or nightingale, all is one to the fowler; and Master Varney, you can sound the quail-pipe most daintily to wile wantons into his nets. I desire no such devil's preferment for Janet as you have brought many a poor maiden to-Dost thou laugh ?—I will keep one limb of my family, at least, from Satan's clutches, that thou may'st rely on- -She shall restore the gold."

"Ay, or give it to thy keeping, Tony, which will serve as well," answered Varney; but I have that to say which is more serious.-Our lord is returning to court in an evil humour for us. 99

"How meanest thou ?" said Foster. "Is he tired already of his pretty toy-his plaything yonder? He has purchased her at a monarch's ransom, and I warrant me he rues his bargain."

"Not a whit, Tony," answered the master of the horse; "he doats on her, and will forsake the court for her-then down go hopes, possessions, and safety-church-lands are resumed, Tony, and well if the holders be not called to account in Exchequer."

"That were ruin," said Foster, his brow darkening with apprehension; "and all this for a woman !—Had it been for his soul's sake, it were something; and I sometimes wish I myself could fling away the world that cleaves to me, and be as one of the poorest of our church."

"Thou art like enough to be so, Tony," answered Varney; "but I think the devil will give thee little credit for thy compelled poverty, and so thou losest on all hands. But follow my counsel, and Cumnor-Place shall be thy copyhold yet-Say nothing of this Tressilian's visit—not a word until I give thee notice."

"And wherefore, I pray you?" asked Foster, suspiciously.

"Dull beast!"replied Varney; "in my lord's present humour it were the ready way to confirm him in his resolution of retirement, should he know that his lady was haunted with such a spectre in his absence. He would be for playing the dragon himself over his golden fruit, and then, Tony, thy occupation is ended. A word to the wise-Farewell-I must follow him."