At the door of the apartment he was met by Varney, who eagerly drew him apart, and whispered in his ear, "All is well!" "Has Masters seen her ?" said the Earl.
"He has, my lord; and as she would neither answer his queries, nor allege any reason for her refusal, he will give full testimony that she labours under a mental disorder, and may be best committed to the charge of her friends.

The opportunity is therefore free to remove her as we proposed." "But Tressilian ?" said Leicester.
"He will not know of her departure for some time," replied Varney; "it shall take place this very evening, and to-morrow he shall be cared for." "No, by my soul," answered Leicester; "I will take vengeance on him with mine own hand!" "You, my lord, and on so inconsiderable a man as Tressilian! No, my lord, he hath long wished to visit foreign parts.

Trust him to me--I will take care he returns not hither to tell tales." "Not so, by Heaven, Varney!" exclaimed Leicester.

"Inconsiderable do you call an enemy that hath had power to wound me so deeply that my whole after-life must be one scene of remorse and misery ?--No; rather than forego the right of doing myself justice with my own hand on that accursed villain, I will unfold the whole truth at Elizabeth's footstool, and let her vengeance descend at once on them and on myself." Varney saw with great alarm that his lord was wrought up to such a pitch of agitation, that if he gave not way to him he was perfectly capable of adopting the desperate resolution which he had announced, and which was instant ruin to all the schemes of ambition which Varney had formed for his patron and for himself.

But the Earl's rage seemed at once uncontrollable and deeply concentrated, and while he spoke his eyes shot fire, his voice trembled with excess of passion, and the light foam stood on his lip.
His confidant made a bold and successful effort to obtain the mastery of him even in this hour of emotion.