13.07.2015 Views

KENILWORTH - Penn State University

KENILWORTH - Penn State University

KENILWORTH - Penn State University

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

Create successful ePaper yourself

Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.

Kenilworthwhom he had thus ruthlessly slain.The murderer reloaded his pistol after cleansing the lockand barrel from the appearances of late explosion, and rodecalmly after the litter, satisfying himself that he had so adroitlyremoved a troublesome witness to many of his intrigues, andthe bearer of mandates which he had no intentions to obey,and which, therefore, he was desirous it should be thoughthad never reached his hand.The remainder of the journey was made with a degree ofspeed which showed the little care they had for the health ofthe unhappy Countess. They paused only at places where allwas under their command, and where the tale they were preparedto tell of the insane Lady Varney would have obtainedready credit had she made an attempt to appeal to the compassionof the few persons admitted to see her. But Amy sawno chance of obtaining a hearing from any to whom she hadan opportunity of addressing herself; and besides, was tooterrified for the presence of Varney to violate the implied conditionunder which she was to travel free from his company.The authority of Varney, often so used during the Earl’s privatejourneys to Cumnor, readily procured relays of horseswhere wanted, so that they approached Cumnor Place uponthe night after they left Kenilworth.At this period of the journey Varney came up to the rear ofthe litter, as he had done before repeatedly during theirprogress, and asked, “How does she?”“She sleeps,” said Foster. “I would we were home—herstrength is exhausted.”“Rest will restore her,” answered Varney. “She shall soonsleep sound and long. We must consider how to lodge her insafety.”“In her own apartments, to be sure,” said Foster. “I havesent Janet to her aunt’s with a proper rebuke, and the oldwomen are truth itself—for they hate this lady cordially.”“We will not trust them, however, friend Anthony,” saidVarney; “We must secure her in that stronghold where youkeep your gold.”“My gold!” said Anthony, much alarmed; “why, what goldhave I? God help me, I have no gold—I would I had!”“Now, marry hang thee, thou stupid brute, who thinks ofor cares for thy gold? If I did, could I not find an hundredbetter ways to come at it? In one word, thy bedchamber, which456

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!