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Her answers to Leicester conveyed these feelings too bluntly, and pressed more naturally than prudently that she might be relieved from the obscure and secluded residence, by the Earl's acknowledgement of their marriage. "I have made her Countess," Leicester said to his henchman Varney; "surely she might wait till it consisted with my pleasure that she should put on the coronet?"
"Kin I speak to you a minute, Mr. Varney?" he called in the same dramatic whisper. Varney, in some surprise, advanced to the doorway and stepped inside the entry after the stranger a poorly dressed fellow with an unshaven chin and a collarless neck. "Well? What do you want, my man? And how do you know my name?"
The expectation appeared thoroughly conservative: not a cloud so large as a man's hand any longer darkened the horizon. At two o'clock next day Mr. Carstairs's Cypriani rode gayly at her old anchorage. At the rail stood Varney and Maginnis, hosts of pleasant and guileless mien, their eyes upon the trim gig which came dancing over the water toward them.
"Upon my word," whispered the admiral, "there is something about that fellow that I like, after all." "Hush!" said Henry, "listen to them. This would all have been unintelligible to us, if you had not related to us what you have." "I have just told you in time," said Chillingworth, "it seems." "Will you, then," said the hangman, "listen to proposals?" "Yes," said Varney.
But, as we have already recorded, the advancing throng was seen by the parties on the ground, where the duel could scarcely have been said to have been fought; and then had Sir Francis Varney dashed into the wood, which was so opportunely at hand to afford him a shelter from his enemies, and from the intricacies of which well acquainted with them as he doubtless was, he had every chance of eluding their pursuit.
Undy Scott, M.P. for the Tillietudlem district burghs; and I also feel myself bound to dispose of him, though of him I regret I cannot make so decent an end as was done with Sir Richard Varney and Bill Sykes. He deserves, however, as severe a fate as either of those heroes.
Remember, I have your promise not to wound and offend Madame Dalibard by the disclosure: my mother does refer to the subjects I have alluded to, and Captain Greville, my old friend and tutor, is on his way to England; perhaps to-morrow he may arrive at Laughton." "Ha!" said Varney, startled, "to-morrow! And what sort of a man is this Captain Greville?"
"No," he said easily. "But for that matter, I fear that I remember few of my boyhood acquaintances in Hunston. But this man Orrick, you said? has there been bad blood between you two for some time then?" "No," said Varney, simply. "He struck me, I believe, because he thought I was you?" "What!" cried the author with overdone surprise.
These were but few, and in their extreme anxiety themselves to capture Varney, whose precipate and terrified flight brought a firm conviction to their minds of his being a vampyre, they did not stop to get much of a reinforcement, but plunged on like greyhounds in his track. "Jack," said the admiral, "this won't do. Look at that great lubberly fellow with the queer smock-frock."
But while Charles is thus employed, let us follow his uncle and Jack Pringle to the residence of Varney, which, as the reader is aware, was so near at hand that it required not many minutes' sharp walking to reach it.
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