The horses set off; and the rapidity with which they went, the feeling that she was hurrying to the object of all her wishes, and the fresh air of a fine summer’s night, all helped to compose and revive poor Emmeline; so that, at Dover, Mr. Benson, with a lightened heart, resigned her to the care of Mr. Pelham’s courier, whom they found there waiting her orders. Her father offered himself to go on with her to Paris; but that she for many reasons declined; and at last he consented to return to Charlton. He first of all, however, went with her down to the beach, saw her safe into the boat that was to convey her to the vessel, and, from the pier, watched its white sails as long as he could, with his glass, distinguish his daughter on the deck, waving her many a farewell with his handkerchief. At last, his dear Emmy became a speck, and vanished. The good man, then, brushing away a tear from his eye, and ejaculating to himself a benediction on his darling, returned alone to the inn, and resumed his journey homewards. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER IV. Mercy, dear Lord, saide he, what grace is this That thou hast shewed to me, sinfull wight, To send thine angell from her bowre of bliss To comfort me in my distressed plight? Angell, or goddess, doe I call thee right? What service may I doe unto thee meete, That hast from darkness me returned to light? FAERY QUEENE, Canto 5. WITH all superior characters, such as Emmeline’s, the mind so supports the body, that, for the time, it is rather strengthened than exhausted by exertion. Although her health had been impaired, and her nerves much weakened, by all she had lately undergone—yet, fearless of fatigue, she travelled on without stopping, and arrived in Paris on the evening of the third day from that on which she had left Charlton. On entering the barriers, her heart almost ceased to beat; and when she drove into the court-yard of the hotel to which the courier directed the postilions, a death-like cold crept over her frame. But at the door, she saw Mr. Pelham; and the smile with which he welcomed her again gave her life. “He is safe; he is out of danger;” he hastily said, as he ventured to receive in his arms Emmeline’s almost inanimate form, and pressed her, as a brother would a beloved sister, to his heart. “Will he see me?” said Emmeline, looking still doubtfully in Mr. Pelham’s face. “Soon, very soon,” said he; “but you must compose yourself first; the least agitation must be spared him.” And he led her up stairs to Fitzhenry’s apartments. “Did he send for me?” said Emmeline timidly, as soon as her agitations allowed her to speak.