"No breath, sir," replied the lady impatiently; "I know your theatrical

arts. Since your breath hath sufficed to bring you hither, it may

suffice to tell your tale--at least briefly, and in the gross."

"Madam," answered Varney, "we are not alone, and my lord's message was

for your ear only."

"Leave us, Janet, and Master Foster," said the lady; "but remain in the

next apartment, and within call."

Foster and his daughter retired, agreeably to the Lady Leicester's

commands, into the next apartment, which was the withdrawing-room. The

door which led from the sleeping-chamber was then carefully shut and

bolted, and the father and daughter remained both in a posture of

anxious attention, the first with a stern, suspicious, anxious cast of

countenance, and Janet with folded hands, and looks which seemed divided

betwixt her desire to know the fortunes of her mistress, and her prayers

to Heaven for her safety. Anthony Foster seemed himself to have some

idea of what was passing through his daughter's mind, for he crossed

the apartment and took her anxiously by the hand, saying, "That is

right--pray, Janet, pray; we have all need of prayers, and some of us

more than others. Pray, Janet--I would pray myself, but I must listen to

what goes on within--evil has been brewing, love--evil has been brewing.

God forgive our sins, but Varney's sudden and strange arrival bodes us

no good."

Janet had never before heard her father excite or even permit her

attention to anything which passed in their mysterious family; and now

that he did so, his voice sounded in her ear--she knew not why--like

that of a screech-owl denouncing some deed of terror and of woe. She

turned her eyes fearfully towards the door, almost as if she expected

some sounds of horror to be heard, or some sight of fear to display

itself.

All, however, was as still as death, and the voices of those who spoke

in the inner chamber were, if they spoke at all, carefully subdued to a

tone which could not be heard in the next. At once, however, they were

heard to speak fast, thick, and hastily; and presently after the voice

of the Countess was heard exclaiming, at the highest pitch to which

indignation could raise it, "Undo the door, sir, I command you!--undo

the door!--I will have no other reply!" she continued, drowning with her

vehement accents the low and muttered sounds which Varney was heard

to utter betwixt whiles. "What ho! without there!" she persisted,

accompanying her words with shrieks, "Janet, alarm the house!--Foster,

break open the door--I am detained here by a traitor! Use axe and lever,

Master Foster--I will be your warrant!"




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