She walked up to Leicester with a composed step, a dignified air, and looks in which strong affection essayed in vain to shake the firmness of conscious, truth and rectitude of principle.

"You have spoken your mind, my lord," she said, "in these difficulties, with which, unhappily, I have found myself unable to comply.

This gentleman--this person I would say--has hinted at another scheme, to which I object not but as it displeases you.

Will your lordship be pleased to hear what a young and timid woman, but your most affectionate wife, can suggest in the present extremity ?" Leicester was silent, but bent his head towards the Countess, as an intimation that she was at liberty to proceed.
"There hath been but one cause for all these evils, my lord," she proceeded, "and it resolves itself into the mysterious duplicity with which you, have been induced to surround yourself.

Extricate yourself at once, my lord, from the tyranny of these disgraceful trammels.