'Delamere,' said she, in a low and tremulous voice, 'Delamere, why is all this? I believe you have destroyed me; my head is so extremely painful. Oh! Delamere--this is cruel!--very cruel!' 'Let me go for advice,' cried he, eagerly. 'Wretch that I am, what will now become of me!' He ran down stairs; and Emmeline making an effort to recover her recollection, tried to sit up; but her head was so giddy and confused that it was not till after several attempts she left the bed, even with the assistance of the servant. She then drank a glass of water; and desiring to have more air, would have gone to the window, but could only reach a chair near it, where she sat down, and throwing her arm on a table, rested her head upon it. In a few moments Delamere returned up stairs. His wild looks, and quick, half-formed questions, explained what passed in his mind. She told him faintly she was better. 'Shall I bring up a gentleman to see you who I am assured is able in his profession? I fear you are very ill.' She answered, 'no!' 'Pray suffer him to come; he will give you something to relieve your head.' 'No!' 'Do not, Emmeline--do not, I conjure you, refuse me this favour?' He took her hand; but when he found how feverish she was, he started away, crying--'Oh! let him, let him come!' He ran down stairs to fetch him, and returned instantly with the apothecary; a sensible, well-behaved man, of fifty, whose appearance indicated feeling and judgement. He approached Emmeline, who still sat with her head reclined on the table, and felt her pulse. 'Here is too much fever indeed, Sir,' said he; 'the young lady has been greatly hurried.' 'But what--what is to be done, Sir?' said Delamere, eagerly interrupting him. 'Quiet seems absolutely necessary. Pardon me, Sir; but unless I know your situation in regard to her, I cannot possibly advise.' 'Sir,' said Emmeline, who had been silent rather from inability to contend than from unconsciousness of what was passing round her--'if you could prevail with Mr. Delamere to restore me to my friends'-- 'Come with me, Sir,' cried Delamere; 'let me speak to you in another room.' When they were alone, he conjured Mr. Lawson to tell him what he thought of the lady? 'Upon my word, Sir, she is in a very high fever, and it seems to be occasioned by extreme perturbation of spirits and great fatigue. Forgive, Sir, if I ask what particular circumstance has been the cause of the uneasiness under which she appears to labour? If it is any little love quarrel you cannot too soon adjust it.' Delamere stopped his conjectures, by telling him who he was; and gave him in a few words the history of their expedition. Mr. Lawson protested to him that if she was hurried on in her present state, it would be surprising if she survived the journey. 'She shall stay here then,' replied Delamere, 'till she recovers her fatigue.'