For the love of Heaven,no violence!said the astrologer.It cannot but be looked closely into.--Here,honest Lambourne,wilt thou pledge me to the health of the noble Earl of Leicester and Master Richard Varney?I will,mine old Albumazar--I will,my trusty vender of ratsbane.I would kiss thee,mine honest infractor of the Lex Julia (as they said at Leyden),didst thou not flavour so damnably of sulphur,and such fiendish apothecary's stuff.--Here goes it,up seyes--to Varney and Leicester two more noble mounting spirits--and more dark-seeking,deep-diving,high-flying,malicious,ambitious miscreants--well,I say no more,but I will whet my dagger on his heart-spone that refuses to pledge me!And so,my masters--Thus speaking,Lambourne exhausted the cup which the astrologer had handed to him,and which contained not wine,but distilled spirits.He swore half an oath,dropped the empty cup from his grasp,laid his hand on his sword without being able to draw it,reeled,and fell without sense or motion into the arms of the domestic,who dragged him off to his chamber,and put him to bed.
In the general confusion,Janet regained her lady's chamber unobserved,trembling like an aspen leaf,but determined to keep secret from the Countess the dreadful surmises which she could not help entertaining from the drunken ravings of Lambourne.Her fears,however,though they assumed no certain shape,kept pace with the advice of the pedlar;and she confirmed her mistress in her purpose of taking the medicine which he had recommended,from which it is probable she would otherwise have dissuaded her.
Neither had these intimations escaped the ears of Wayland,who knew much better how to interpret them.He felt much compassion at beholding so lovely a creature as the Countess,and whom he had first seen in the bosom of domestic happiness,exposed to the machinations of such a gang of villains.His indignation,too,had been highly excited by hearing the voice of his old master,against whom he felt,in equal degree,the passions of hatred and fear.He nourished also a pride in his own art and resources;and,dangerous as the task was,he that night formed a determination to attain the bottom of the mystery,and to aid the distressed lady,if it were yet possible.From some words which Lambourne had dropped among his ravings,Wayland now,for the first time,felt inclined to doubt that Varney had acted entirely on his own account in wooing and winning the affections of this beautiful creature.Fame asserted of this zealous retainer that he had accommodated his lord in former love intrigues;and it occurred to Wayland Smith that Leicester himself might be the party chiefly interested.Her marriage with the Earl he could not suspect;but even the discovery of such a passing intrigue with a lady of Mistress Amy Robsart's rank was a secret of the deepest importance to the stability of the favourite's power over Elizabeth.If Leicester himself should hesitate to stifle such a rumour by very strange means,said he to himself,he has those about him who would do him that favour without waiting for his consent.If I would meddle in this business,it must be in such guise as my old master uses when he compounds his manna of Satan,and that is with a close mask on my face.So I will quit Giles Gosling to-morrow,and change my course and place of residence as often as a hunted fox.I should like to see this little Puritan,too,once more.She looks both pretty and intelligent to have come of such a caitiff as Anthony Fire-the-***ot.
Giles Gosling received the adieus of Wayland rather joyfully than otherwise.The honest publican saw so much peril in crossing the course of the Earl of Leicester's favourite that his virtue was scarce able to support him in the task,and he was well pleased when it was likely to be removed from his shoulders still,however,professing his good-will,and readiness,in case of need,to do Mr.Tressilian or his emissary any service,in so far as consisted with his character of a publican.
