'Why you must know,' said she, 'that there's a young lady with him; one of the prettiest young women I ever see. Last night, after they comed here, his walet was pretty near tipsey; so he come and sot down here, and told me how his master had hired him to go along with 'em to Scotland; but that before they got near half way, somehow or other 'twas settled for 'em to come back again. But don't say as I told you, Mr. Elkerton, for that would be as much as my place is worth.' This intelligence awakened all the curiosity of Elkerton, together with some hopes of being able to revenge himself on Delamere for his contempt and rudeness. 'Egad!' cried he, 'I'll have a peep at this beauty, however.' So saying, he strutted across the yard, and placed himself under a little piazza which made a covered communication between the rooms of the inn which were built round the yard, and along which they were obliged to pass to get into the chaise. The room door opened--Delamere and Emmeline appeared at it. 'Draw up, postillions, as close as you can,' cried the waiter. Delamere, holding Emmeline's hand, advanced; but on seeing Elkerton, she stepped back into the room. 'Come, come,' said Delamere--'never concern yourself about that impertinent fellow.' Elkerton, tho' he did not distinctly hear this speech, had caught a view of the person to whom it was addressed; and tho' her face was concealed, her height and air convinced him it was Miss Mowbray. 'How do you, Madam?' exclaimed he, bowing and advancing--'Miss Mowbray, I hope I have the happiness of seeing you well.' 'We are in haste, Sir,' said Delamere, leading Emmeline towards the chaise. 'Nay, my good friend,' returned Elkerton, 'allow me I beg to pay my respects to this lady, with whom I have the honour of being acquainted--Miss Mowbray, permit me----' He would have taken the hand which was disengaged; but Emmeline shrunk from him, and stepped quickly into the chaise. Elkerton still advanced, and leaning almost into it, he said--'Your long journey, I hope, has not too much fatigued you.' 'By heaven!' exclaimed Delamere, 'this is too much! Sir, you are the most troublesome, insolent fool, I ever met with!' So saying, he seized Elkerton by the collar, and twisting him suddenly round, threw him with great violence against one of the pillars of the piazza. He then got into the chaise; and taking out of his pocket two or three cards, on which his address was written, he tossed them out of the window; saying, with a voice that struck terror into the overthrown knight on the ground--'You know where to hear of me if you have any thing to say.'