A cheaper penalty, I presume, you do not expect." "Malicious fiend!" answered Leicester, "do you mock me in my misfortune ?--Manage it as thou wilt." "If you are serious, my lord," said Varney, "you must set forth instantly and post for Cumnor Place." "Do thou go thyself, Varney; the devil has given thee that sort of eloquence which is most powerful in the worst cause.

I should stand self-convicted of villainy, were I to urge such a deceit.

Begone, I tell thee; must I entreat thee to mine own dishonour ?" "No, my lord," said Varney; "but if you are serious in entrusting me with the task of urging this most necessary measure, you must give me a letter to my lady, as my credentials, and trust to me for backing the advice it contains with all the force in my power.

And such is my opinion of my lady's love for your lordship, and of her willingness to do that which is at once to contribute to your pleasure and your safety, that I am sure she will condescend to bear for a few brief days the name of so humble a man as myself, especially since it is not inferior in antiquity to that of her own paternal house." Leicester seized on writing materials, and twice or thrice commenced a letter to the Countess, which he afterwards tore into fragments.

At length he finished a few distracted lines, in which he conjured her, for reasons nearly concerning his life and honour, to consent to bear the name of Varney for a few days, during the revels at Kenilworth.