To describe the anxiety of Emmeline when that period arrived, is impossible; or the mingled emotions of sorrow and satisfaction, pleasure and pity, with which she beheld the lovely and unfortunate infant whose birth she had so long desired, yet so greatly dreaded. Lady Adelina had, till then, wished to die. She saw her child--and wished to live.--The physical people who attended her, gave hopes that she might.--Supported by the tender friendship of Emmeline, and animated by maternal fondness, she determined to attempt it. Emmeline, now full of apprehension, now indulging feeble hopes, prayed fervently for her recovery; and zealously and indefatigably attended her with more than her former solicitude. For three days, her hopes gradually grew stronger; when on the evening of the third, as she was sitting alone by the side of the bed where Lady Adelina had fallen into a quiet sleep, she suddenly heard a sort of bustle in the next room; and before she could rise to put an end to it, a gentleman to whom she was a stranger, walked hastily into that where she was. On seeing her, he started and said-- 'I beg your pardon, Madam--but I was informed that here I might find Lady Adelina Trelawny.' The name of Trelawny, thus suddenly and loudly pronounced, awakened Lady Adelina. She started up--undrew the curtain--and fixing her eyes with a look of terrified astonishment on the stranger, she exclaimed, faintly--'Oh! my brother!--my brother William!' then sunk back on her pillow, to all appearance lifeless. Mr. Godolphin now springing forward, caught the cold and insensible hand which had opened the curtain; and throwing himself on his knees, cried-- 'Adelina! my love! are you ill?--have I then terrified and alarmed you? Speak to me--dear Adelina--speak to me!' Emmeline, whose immediate astonishment at his presence had been lost in terror for his sister, had flown out of the room for the attendants, and now returning, cried-- 'You have killed her, Sir!--She is certainly dead!--Oh, my God! the sudden alarm, the sudden sight of you, has destroyed her!' 'I am afraid it has!' exclaimed Godolphin wildly, and hardly knowing what he said--'I am indeed afraid it has! My poor sister--my unhappy, devoted Adelina!--have I then found you only to destroy you? But perhaps,' continued he, after a moment's pause, during which Emmeline and the nurse were chafing the hands and temples of the dying patient--'perhaps she may recover. Send instantly for advice--run--fly--let me go myself for assistance.' He would now have run out of the room; but Emmeline, whose admirable presence of mind this sudden scene of terror had not conquered, stopped him. 'Stay, Sir,' said she, 'I beseech you, stay. You know not whither to go. I will instantly send those who do.'