"May I congratulate your lordship," he said, "on the deserved superiority you have this day attained over your most formidable rival ?" Leicester raised his head, and answered sadly, but without anger, "Thou, Varney, whose ready invention has involved me in a web of most mean and perilous falsehood, knowest best what small reason there is for gratulation on the subject." "Do you blame me, my lord," said Varney, "for not betraying, on the first push, the secret on which your fortunes depended, and which you have so oft and so earnestly recommended to my safe keeping?
Your lordship was present in person, and might have contradicted me and ruined yourself by an avowal of the truth; but surely it was no part of a faithful servant to have done so without your commands." "I cannot deny it, Varney," said the Earl, rising and walking across the room; "my own ambition has been traitor to my love." "Say rather, my lord, that your love has been traitor to your greatness, and barred you from such a prospect of honour and power as the world cannot offer to any other.

To make my honoured lady a countess, you have missed the chance of being yourself--" He paused, and seemed unwilling to complete the sentence.
"Of being myself what ?" demanded Leicester; "speak out thy meaning, Varney." "Of being yourself a KING, my lord," replied Varney; "and King of England to boot! It is no treason to our Queen to say so.

It would have chanced by her obtaining that which all true subjects wish her--a lusty, noble, and gallant husband." "Thou ravest, Varney," answered Leicester.

"Besides, our times have seen enough to make men loathe the Crown Matrimonial which men take from their wives' lap.

There was Darnley of Scotland." "He!" said Varney; "a, gull, a fool, a thrice-sodden ass, who suffered himself to be fired off into the air like a rocket on a rejoicing day.
Had Mary had the hap to have wedded the noble Earl ONCE destined to share her throne, she had experienced a husband of different metal; and her husband had found in her a wife as complying and loving as the mate of the meanest squire who follows the hounds a-horseback, and holds her husband's bridle as he mounts." "It might have been as thou sayest, Varney," said Leicester, a brief smile of self-satisfaction passing over his anxious countenance.