These were circumstances which could not but assist greatly the efforts which he might have occasion to use in her behalf.
While he was thus balancing the advantages and perils which attended her unexpected presence in Kenilworth, Tressilian was hastily and anxiously accosted by Wayland, who, after ejaculating, "Thank God, your worship is found at last!" proceeded with breathless caution to pour into his ear the intelligence that the lady had escaped from Cumnor Place.
"And is at present in this Castle," said Tressilian.

"I know it, and I have seen her.

Was it by her own choice she found refuge in my apartment ?" "No," answered Wayland; "but I could think of no other way of safely bestowing her, and was but too happy to find a deputy-usher who knew where you were quartered--in jolly society truly, the hall on the one hand, and the kitchen on the other!" "Peace, this is no time for jesting," answered Tressilian sternly.
"I wot that but too well," said the artist, "for I have felt these three days as if I had a halter round my neck.

This lady knows not her own mind--she will have none of your aid--commands you not to be named to her--and is about to put herself into the hands of my Lord Leicester.
I had never got her safe into your chamber, had she known the owner of it." "Is it possible," said Tressilian.

"But she may have hopes the Earl will exert his influence in her favour over his villainous dependant." "I know nothing of that," said Wayland; "but I believe, if she is to reconcile herself with either Leicester or Varney, the side of the Castle of Kenilworth which will be safest for us will be the outside, from which we can fastest fly away.