Madam,said Varney,there is no time for ceremony.My Lord of Leicester,having fully considered the exigencies of the time,sends you his orders immediately to accompany us on our return to Cumnor Place.See,here is his signet,in token of his instant and pressing commands.It is false!said the Countess;thou hast stolen the warrant --thou,who art capable of every villainy,from the blackest to the basest!It is TRUE,madam,replied Varney;so true,that if you do not instantly arise,and prepare to attend us,we must compel you to obey our orders.Compel!Thou darest not put it to that issue,base as thou art!exclaimed the unhappy Countess.
That remains to be proved,madam,said Varney,who had determined on intimidation as the only means of subduing her high spirit;if you put me to it,you will find me a rough groom of the chambers.It was at this threat that Amy screamed so fearfully that,had it not been for the received opinion of her insanity,she would quickly have had Lord Hunsdon and others to her aid.Perceiving,however,that her cries were vain,she appealed to Foster in the most affecting terms,conjuring him,as his daughter Janet's honour and purity were dear to him,not to permit her to be treated with unwomanly violence.
Why,madam,wives must obey their husbands---there's Scripture warrant for it,said Foster;and if you will dress yourself,and come with us patiently,there's no one shall lay finger on you while I can draw a pistol-trigger.Seeing no help arrive,and comforted even by the dogged language of Foster,the Countess promised to arise and dress herself,if they would agree to retire from the room.Varney at the same time assured her of all safety and honour while in their hands,and promised that he himself would not approach her,since his presence was so displeasing.Her husband,he added,would be at Cumnor Place within twenty-four hours after they had reached it.
Somewhat comforted by this assurance,upon which,however,she saw little reason to rely,the unhappy Amy made her toilette by the assistance of the lantern,which they left with her when they quitted the apartment.
Weeping,trembling,and praying,the unfortunate lady dressed herself with sensations how different from the days in which she was wont to decorate herself in all the pride of conscious beauty!She endeavoured to delay the completing her dress as long as she could,until,terrified by the impatience of Varney,she was obliged to declare herself ready to attend them.
When they were about to move,the Countess clung to Foster with such an appearance of terror at Varney's approach that the latter protested to her,with a deep oath,that he had no intention whatever of even coming near her.If you do but consent to execute your husband's will in quietness,you shall,he said,see but little of me.I will leave you undisturbed to the care of the usher whom your good taste prefers.My husband's will!she exclaimed.But it is the will of God,and let that be sufficient to me.I will go with Master Foster as unresistingly as ever did a literal sacrifice.He is a father at least;and will have decency,if not humanity.For thee,Varney,were it my latest word,thou art an equal stranger to both.Varney replied only she was at liberty to choose,and walked some paces before them to show the way;while,half leaning on Foster,and half carried by him,the Countess was transported from Saintlowe's Tower to the postern gate,where Tider waited with the litter and horses.
The Countess was placed in the former without resistance.She saw with some satisfaction that,while Foster and Tider rode close by the litter,which the latter conducted,the dreaded Varney lingered behind,and was soon lost in darkness.A little while she strove,as the road winded round the verge of the lake,to keep sight of those stately towers which called her husband lord,and which still,in some places,sparkled with lights,where wassailers were yet revelling.But when the direction of the road rendered this no longer possible,she drew back her head,and sinking down in the litter,recommended herself to the care of Providence.
Besides the desire of inducing the Countess to proceed quietly on her journey,Varney had it also in view to have an interview with Lambourne,by whom he every moment expected to be joined,without the presence of any witnesses.He knew the character of this man,prompt,bloody,resolute,and greedy,and judged him the most fit agent he could employ in his further designs.But ten miles of their journey had been measured ere he heard the hasty clatter of horse's hoofs behind him,and was overtaken by Michael Lambourne.
Fretted as he was with his absence,Varney received his profligate servant with a rebuke of unusual bitterness.Drunken villain,he said,thy idleness and debauched folly will stretch a halter ere it be long,and,for me,I care not how soon!This style of objurgation Lambourne,who was elated to an unusual degree,not only by an extraordinary cup of wine,but by the sort of confidential interview he had just had with the Earl,and the secret of which he had made himself master,did not receive with his wonted humility.He would take no insolence of language,he said,from the best knight that ever wore spurs.Lord Leicester had detained him on some business of import,and that was enough for Varney,who was but a servant like himself.Varney was not a little surprised at his unusual tone of insolence;but ascribing it to liquor,suffered it to pass as if unnoticed,and then began to tamper with Lambourne touching his willingness to aid in removing out of the Earl of Leicester's way an obstacle to a rise,which would put it in his power to reward his trusty followers to their utmost wish.And upon Michael Lambourne's seeming ignorant what was meant,he plainly indicated the litter-load,yonder,as the impediment which he desired should be removed.
