"And wherefore should he not? To me alone was Tressilian's visit

embarrassing and painful, for he brought news of my good father's

illness."

"Of your father's illness, madam!" answered Varney. "It must have been

sudden then--very sudden; for the messenger whom I dispatched, at my

lord's instance, found the good knight on the hunting field, cheering

his beagles with his wonted jovial field-cry. I trust Tressilian has

but forged this news. He hath his reasons, madam, as you well know, for

disquieting your present happiness."

"You do him injustice, Master Varney," replied the Countess, with

animation--"you do him much injustice. He is the freest, the most open,

the most gentle heart that breathes. My honourable lord ever excepted, I

know not one to whom falsehood is more odious than to Tressilian."

"I crave your pardon, madam," said Varney, "I meant the gentleman no

injustice--I knew not how nearly his cause affected you. A man may, in

some circumstances, disguise the truth for fair and honest purpose; for

were it to be always spoken, and upon all occasions, this were no world

to live in."

"You have a courtly conscience, Master Varney," said the Countess, "and

your veracity will not, I think, interrupt your preferment in the world,

such as it is. But touching Tressilian--I must do him justice, for

I have done him wrong, as none knows better than thou. Tressilian's

conscience is of other mould--the world thou speakest of has not that

which could bribe him from the way of truth and honour; and for living

in it with a soiled fame, the ermine would as soon seek to lodge in the

den of the foul polecat. For this my father loved him; for this I would

have loved him--if I could. And yet in this case he had what seemed

to him, unknowing alike of my marriage and to whom I was united, such

powerful reasons to withdraw me from this place, that I well trust he

exaggerated much of my father's indisposition, and that thy better news

may be the truer."

"Believe me they are, madam," answered Varney. "I pretend not to be a

champion of that same naked virtue called truth, to the very outrance.

I can consent that her charms be hidden with a veil, were it but for

decency's sake. But you must think lower of my head and heart than is

due to one whom my noble lord deigns to call his friend, if you suppose

I could wilfully and unnecessarily palm upon your ladyship a falsehood,

so soon to be detected, in a matter which concerns your happiness."




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