My tale is but begun.

I do most strongly believe that this Tressilian has, from the beginning of his moving in her cause, been in connivance with her ladyship the Countess." "Thou speakest wild madness, Varney, with the sober face of a preacher.
Where, or how, could they communicate together ?" "My lord," said Varney, "unfortunately I can show that but too well.
It was just before the supplication was presented to the Queen, in Tressilian's name, that I met him, to my utter astonishment, at the postern gate which leads from the demesne at Cumnor Place." "Thou met'st him, villain! and why didst thou not strike him dead ?" exclaimed Leicester.
"I drew on him, my lord, and he on me; and had not my foot slipped, he would not, perhaps, have been again a stumbling-block in your lordship's path." Leicester seemed struck dumb with surprise.

At length he answered, "What other evidence hast thou of this, Varney, save thine own assertion ?--for, as I will punish deeply, I will examine coolly and warily.

Sacred Heaven!--but no--I will examine coldly and warily--coldly and warily." He repeated these words more than once to himself, as if in the very sound there was a sedative quality; and again compressing his lips, as if he feared some violent expression might escape from them, he asked again, "What further proof ?" "Enough, my lord," said Varney, "and to spare.

I would it rested with me alone, for with me it might have been silenced for ever.