KENILWORTH - Penn State University

Kenilworth“I’ll follow him,” said Michael Lambourne, “and see himfairly out of Flanders; but for hurting a man I have drunk mymorning’s draught withal, ’tis clean against my conscience.”So saying, he left the apartment.Tressilian, meanwhile, with hasty steps, pursued the firstpath which promised to conduct him through the wild andovergrown park in which the mansion of Foster was situated.Haste and distress of mind led his steps astray, and instead oftaking the avenue which led towards the village, he chose another,which, after he had pursued it for some time with ahasty and reckless step, conducted him to the other side ofthe demesne, where a postern door opened through the wall,and led into the open country.Tressilian paused an instant. It was indifferent to him bywhat road he left a spot now so odious to his recollections;but it was probable that the postern door was locked, and hisretreat by that pass rendered impossible.“I must make the attempt, however,” he said to himself;“the only means of reclaiming this lost—this miserable—thisstill most lovely and most unhappy girl, must rest in her father’sappeal to the broken laws of his country. I must haste to apprisehim of this heartrending intelligence.”As Tressilian, thus conversing with himself, approached totry some means of opening the door, or climbing over it, heperceived there was a key put into the lock from the outside.It turned round, the bolt revolved, and a cavalier, who entered,muffled in his riding-cloak, and wearing a slouched hatwith a drooping feather, stood at once within four yards ofhim who was desirous of going out. They exclaimed at once,in tones of resentment and surprise, the one “Varney!” theother “Tressilian!”“What make you here?” was the stern question put by thestranger to Tressilian, when the moment of surprise was past—”what make you here, where your presence is neither expectednor desired?”“Nay, Varney,” replied Tressilian, “what make you here? Areyou come to triumph over the innocence you have destroyed,as the vulture or carrion-crow comes to batten on the lambwhose eyes it has first plucked out? Or are you come to encounterthe merited vengeance of an honest man? Draw, dog,and defend thyself!”Tressilian drew his sword as he spoke, but Varney only laid50