But the most beautiful part of her attire was her profuse and luxuriant light-brown locks, which floated in such rich abundance around a neck that resembled a swan's, and over a bosom heaving with anxious expectation, which communicated a hurried tinge of red to her whole countenance.
Varney entered the room in the dress in which he had waited on his master that morning to court, the splendour of which made a strange contrast with the disorder arising from hasty riding during a dark night and foul ways.

His brow bore an anxious and hurried expression, as one who has that to say of which he doubts the reception, and who hath yet posted on from the necessity of communicating his tidings.

The Countess's anxious eye at once caught the alarm, as she exclaimed, "You bring news from my lord, Master Varney--Gracious Heaven! is he ill ?" "No, madam, thank Heaven!" said Varney.

"Compose yourself, and permit me to take breath ere I communicate my tidings." "No breath, sir," replied the lady impatiently; "I know your theatrical arts.

Since your breath hath sufficed to bring you hither, it may suffice to tell your tale--at least briefly, and in the gross." "Madam," answered Varney, "we are not alone, and my lord's message was for your ear only." "Leave us, Janet, and Master Foster," said the lady; "but remain in the next apartment, and within call." Foster and his daughter retired, agreeably to the Lady Leicester's commands, into the next apartment, which was the withdrawing-room.