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Page 332"Let it be for another time," said the Queen. "But, Sir Richard, we envy
you not your domestic felicity; your lady railed on you bitterly, and
seemed ready to swoon at beholding you."
"It is the nature of persons in her disorder, so please your Grace,"
answered Varney, "to be ever most inveterate in their spleen against
those whom, in their better moments, they hold nearest and dearest."
"We have heard so, indeed," said Elizabeth, "and give faith to the
saying."
"May your Grace then be pleased," said Varney, "to command my
unfortunate wife to be delivered into the custody of her friends?"
Leicester partly started; but making a strong effort, he subdued his
Master Varney. We will have first a report of the lady's health and
state of mind from Masters, our own physician, and then determine what
shall be thought just. You shall have license, however, to see her, that
if there be any matrimonial quarrel betwixt you--such things we have
heard do occur, even betwixt a loving couple--you may make it up,
without further scandal to our court or trouble to ourselves."
Varney bowed low, and made no other answer.
Elizabeth again looked towards Leicester, and said, with a degree of
condescension which could only arise out of the most heartfelt interest,
"Discord, as the Italian poet says, will find her way into peaceful
own guards and ushers will hardly exclude her from courts. My Lord of
Leicester, you are offended with us, and we have right to be offended
with you. We will take the lion's part upon us, and be the first to
forgive."
Leicester smoothed his brow, as by an effort; but the trouble was too
deep-seated that its placidity should at once return. He said, however,
that which fitted the occasion, "That he could not have the happiness of
forgiving, because she who commanded him to do so could commit no injury
towards him."
Elizabeth seemed content with this reply, and intimated her pleasure
hounds bayed, the horses pranced--but the courtiers and ladies sought
the amusement to which they were summoned with hearts very different
from those which had leaped to the morning's REVIELLE. There was doubt,
and fear, and expectation on every brow, and surmise and intrigue in
every whisper.
Blount took an opportunity to whisper into Raleigh's ear, "This storm
came like a levanter in the Mediterranean."