your commands of care and secrecy on yonder Foster, and to enquire about the abode of the gentleman whom I would promote to your lordship’s train, in the room of Trevors.”
“Is he fit for the meridian of the antechamber, think’st thou?” said the Earl.
“He promises well, my lord,” replied Varney; “but if your lordship were pleased to ride on, I could go back to Cumnor, and bring him to your lordship at Woodstock before you are out of bed.”
“Why, I am asleep there, thou knowest, at this moment,” said the Earl: “and I pray you not to spare horse-flesh, that you may be with me at my levee.”
So saying, he gave his horse the spur, and proceeded on his journey, while Varney rode back to Cumnor by the public road, avoiding the park. The latter alighted at the door of the bonny Black Bear, and desired to speak with Master Michael Lambourne. That respectable character was not long of appearing before his new patron, but it was with downcast looks.
“Thou hast lost the scent,” said Varney, “of thy comrade Tressilian—I know it by thy hang-dog visage. Is this thy alacrity, thou impudent knave?”
“Cogswounds!” said Lambourne, “there was never a trail so finely hunted. I saw him to earth at mine uncle’s here—stuck to him like bees’ wax—saw him at supper—watched him to his chamber, and presto—he is gone next morning, the very hostler knows not where!”
“This sounds like practice upon me, sir,” replied
