often so used during the Earl's private journeys to Cumnor, readily procured relays of horses where wanted, so that they approached Cumnor Place upon the night after they left Kenilworth.
At this period of the journey Varney came up to the rear of the litter, as he had done before repeatedly during their progress, and asked, "How does she?"
"She sleeps," said Foster. "I would we were home--her strength is exhausted."
"Rest will restore her," answered Varney. "She shall soon sleep sound and long. We must consider how to lodge her in safety."
"In her own apartments, to be sure," said Foster. "I have sent Janet to her aunt's with a proper rebuke, and the old women are truth itself--for they hate this lady cordially."
"We will not trust them, however, friend Anthony," said Varney; "We must secure her in that stronghold where you keep your gold."
"My gold!" said Anthony, much alarmed; "why, what gold have I? God help me, I have no gold--I would I had!"
"Now, marry hang thee, thou stupid brute, who thinks of or cares for thy gold? If I did, could I not find an hundred better ways to come at it? In one word, thy bedchamber, which thou hast fenced so curiously, must be her place of seclusion; and thou, thou hind, shalt press her pillows of down. I dare to say the Earl will never ask after the rich furniture of these four rooms."
This last consideration rendered Foste
