Well, he has no eye to value things as they deserve, and that nature has given to Varney.
When Leicester shall be a sovereign, he will think as little of the gales of passion through which he gained that royal port, as ever did sailor in harbour of the perils of a voyage.

But these tell-tale articles must not remain here--they are rather too rich vails for the drudges who dress the chamber." While Varney was employed in gathering together and putting them into a secret drawer of a cabinet that chanced to be open, he saw the door of Leicester's closet open, the tapestry pushed aside, and the Earl's face thrust out, but with eyes so dead, and lips and cheeks so bloodless and pale, that he started at the sudden change.

No sooner did his eyes encounter the Earl's, than the latter withdrew his head and shut the door of the closet.

This manoeuvre Leicester repeated twice, without speaking a word, so that Varney began to doubt whether his brain was not actually affected by his mental agony.

The third time, however, he beckoned, and Varney obeyed the signal.