ey, following, barred the door, and they betook themselves to secret council.
In the meanwhile, the Countess traversed the apartment, with shame and anger contending on her lovely cheek.
"The villain," she said--"the cold-blooded, calculating slave!--But I unmasked him, Janet--I made the snake uncoil all his folds before me, and crawl abroad in his naked deformity; I suspended my resentment, at the danger of suffocating under the effort, until he had let me see the very bottom of a heart more foul than hell's darkest corner.--And thou, Leicester, is it possible thou couldst bid me for a moment deny my wedded right in thee, or thyself yield it to another?--But it is impossible--the villain has lied in all.--Janet, I will not remain here longer--I fear him--I fear thy father. I grieve to say it, Janet--but I fear thy father, and, worst of all, this odious Varney, I will escape from Cumnor."
"Alas! madam, whither would you fly, or by what means will you escape from these walls?"
"I know not, Janet," said the unfortunate young lady, looking upwards! and clasping her hands together, "I know not where I shall fly, or by what means; but I am certain the God I have served will not abandon me in this dreadful crisis, for I am in the hands of wicked men."
"Do not think so, dear lady," said Janet; "my father is stern and strict in his temper, and severely true to his trust--but yet--"
At this moment Anthony Foster entered the apartment, bearing in his hand a glass cup and a small
