No,by the rood!replied Tressilian.Misunderstanding and misery followed his presence,yet so strangely that I am at this moment at a loss to trace the gradations of their encroachment upon a family which had,till then,been so happy.For a time Amy Robsart received the attentions of this man Varney with the indifference attached to common courtesies;then followed a period in which she seemed to regard him with dislike,and even with disgust;and then an extraordinary species of connection appeared to grow up betwixt them.Varney dropped those airs of pretension and gallantry which had marked his former approaches;and Amy,on the other hand,seemed to renounce the ill-disguised disgust with which she had regarded them.They seemed to have more of privacy and confidence together than I fully liked,and Isuspected that they met in private,where there was less restraint than in our presence.Many circumstances,which Inoticed but little at the time--for I deemed her heart as open as her angelic countenance--have since arisen on my memory,to convince me of their private understanding.But I need not detail them--the fact speaks for itself.She vanished from her father's house;Varney disappeared at the same time;and this very day I have seen her in the character of his paramour,living in the house of his sordid dependant Foster,and visited by him,muffled,and by a secret entrance.And this,then,is the cause of your quarrel?Methinks,you should have been sure that the fair lady either desired or deserved your interference.Mine host,answered Tressilian,my father--such I must ever consider Sir Hugh Robsart--sits at home struggling with his grief,or,if so far recovered,vainly attempting to drown,in the practice of his field-sports,the recollection that he had once a daughter--a recollection which ever and anon breaks from him under circumstances the most pathetic.I could not brook the idea that he should live in misery,and Amy in guilt;and Iendeavoured to-seek her out,with the hope of inducing her to return to her family.I have found her,and when I have either succeeded in my attempt,or have found it altogether unavailing,it is my purpose to embark for the Virginia voyage.Be not so rash,good sir,replied Giles Gosling,and cast not yourself away because a woman--to be brief--IS a woman,and changes her lovers like her suit of ribands,with no better reason than mere fantasy.And ere we probe this matter further,let me ask you what circumstances of suspicion directed you so truly to this lady's residence,or rather to her place of concealment?The last is the better chosen word,mine host,answered Tressilian;and touching your question,the knowledge that Varney held large grants of the demesnes formerly belonging to the monks of Abingdon directed me to this neighbourhood;and your nephew's visit to his old comrade Foster gave me the means of conviction on the subject.And what is now your purpose,worthy sir?--excuse my ******* in asking the question so broadly.I purpose,mine host,said Tressilian,to renew my visit to the place of her residence to-morrow,and to seek a more detailed communication with her than I have had to-day.She must indeed be widely changed from what she once was,if my words make no impression upon her.Under your favour,Master Tressilian,said the landlord,you can follow no such course.The lady,if I understand you,has already rejected your interference in the matter.It is but too true,said Tressilian;I cannot deny it.Then,marry,by what right or interest do you process a compulsory interference with her inclination,disgraceful as it may be to herself and to her parents?Unless my judgment gulls me,those under whose protection she has thrown herself would have small hesitation to reject your interference,even if it were that of a father or brother;but as a discarded lover,you expose yourself to be repelled with the strong hand,as well as with scorn.You can apply to no magistrate for aid or countenance;and you are hunting,therefore,a shadow in water,and will only (excuse my plainness)come by ducking and danger in attempting to catch it.I will appeal to the Earl of Leicester,said Tressilian,against the infamy of his favourite.He courts the severe and strict sect of Puritans.He dare not,for the sake of his own character,refuse my appeal,even although he were destitute of the principles of honour and nobleness with which fame invests him.Or I will appeal to the Queen herself.Should Leicester,said the landlord,be disposed to protect his dependant (as indeed he is said to be very confidential with Varney),the appeal to the Queen may bring them both to reason.
