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Sincerity,

Thou first of virtues! let no mortal leave

Thy onward path, although the earth should gape,

And from the gulf of hell destruction cry,

To take dissimulation's winding way. --DOUGLAS.

It was not till after a long and successful morning's sport, and a

prolonged repast which followed the return of the Queen to the Castle,

that Leicester at length found himself alone with Varney, from whom he

now learned the whole particulars of the Countess's escape, as they

had been brought to Kenilworth by Foster, who, in his terror for the

consequences, had himself posted thither with the tidings. As Varney,

in his narrative, took especial care to be silent concerning those

practices on the Countess's health which had driven her to so desperate

a resolution, Leicester, who could only suppose that she had adopted

it out of jealous impatience to attain the avowed state and appearance

belonging to her rank, was not a little offended at the levity with

which his wife had broken his strict commands, and exposed him to the

resentment of Elizabeth.

"I have given," he said, "to this daughter of an obscure Devonshire

gentleman the proudest name in England. I have made her sharer of my bed

and of my fortunes. I ask but of her a little patience, ere she launches

forth upon the full current of her grandeur; and the infatuated woman

will rather hazard her own shipwreck and mine--will rather involve me

in a thousand whirlpools, shoals, and quicksands, and compel me to

a thousand devices which shame me in mine own eyes--than tarry for a

little space longer in the obscurity to which she was born. So lovely,

so delicate, so fond, so faithful, yet to lack in so grave a matter the

prudence which one might hope from the veriest fool--it puts me beyond

my patience."

"We may post it over yet well enough," said Varney, "if my lady will be

but ruled, and take on her the character which the time commands."

"It is but too true, Sir Richard," said Leicester; "there is indeed no

other remedy. I have heard her termed thy wife in my presence,

without contradiction. She must bear the title until she is far from

Kenilworth."

"And long afterwards, I trust," said Varney; then instantly added, "For

I cannot but hope it will be long after ere she bear the title of Lady

Leicester--I fear me it may scarce be with safety during the life of

this Queen. But your lordship is best judge, you alone knowing what

passages have taken place betwixt Elizabeth and you."