They now reposed gloomily on the ground, but more--so at least it seemed to Elizabeth--with the expression of one who has received an unjust affront, than of him who is conscious of guilt.

She turned her face angrily from him, and said to Varney, "Speak, Sir Richard, and explain these riddles--thou hast sense and the use of speech, at least, which elsewhere we look for in vain." As she said this, she darted another resentful glance towards Leicester, while the wily Varney hastened to tell his own story.
"Your Majesty's piercing eye," he said, "has already detected the cruel malady of my beloved lady, which, unhappy that I am, I would not suffer to be expressed in the certificate of her physician, seeking to conceal what has now broken out with so much the more scandal." "She is then distraught ?" said the Queen.

"Indeed we doubted not of it; her whole demeanour bears it out.

I found her moping in a corner of yonder grotto; and every word she spoke--which indeed I dragged from her as by the rack--she instantly recalled and forswore.

But how came she hither?
Why had you her not in safe-keeping ?" "My gracious Liege," said Varney, "the worthy gentleman under whose charge I left her, Master Anthony Foster, has come hither but now, as fast as man and horse can travel, to show me of her escape, which she managed with the art peculiar to many who are afflicted with this malady.