He turned back, however, into the room; and Emmeline, who fancied she saw him the victim of his unfortunate love, could no longer command her tears. Delamere threw himself at her feet, and embraced her knees. 'Oh Emmeline!' cried he, weeping also, 'hear me for the last time. Either consent to be mine, or let me take an eternal adieu!' 'What would you have me do? good God! what is it you expect of me?' 'To go with me to Scotland to-morrow--to night--directly!' 'Oh, no! no!--Does not Lord Montreville depend upon my honour?--can I betray a trust reposed in me?' 'Chimeras all; founded in tyranny on his part, and weakness on yours. _He_ had no right to exact such a promise; _you_ had no right to give it. But however, send to him again to say I have seen you--summons him hither to divide us--you may certainly do so if you please; but Lord Montreville will no longer have a son; at least England, nor Europe, will contain him no longer--I will go where my father shall hear no more of me.' 'Will it content you if I promise you _not_ to write to Lord Montreville, nor to cause him to be written to; and to see you again?' 'When?' 'To-morrow--whenever you please.' Delamere, catching at this faint ray of hope, promised, if she would allow him to come thither when he would, he would endeavour to be calm. He made her solemnly protest that she would neither write to Lord Montreville, or procure another to do it; and that she would not leave Mrs. Ashwood without letting him know when and whither she went; and if by any accident his father heard of his having found her, that she would enter into no new engagements to conceal herself from him. Having procured from her these assurances, which he knew she would not violate, and having obtained her consent to see him early the next morning, he at her request agreed to take his leave; which he did with less pain than he had ever before felt at quitting her; carrying with him the delightful hope that he had made an impression on her heart, and secure of seeing her the next day, he went home comparatively happy. Emmeline, who had wept excessively, was very unfit to return to the company; but she thought her not appearing again among them would be yet more singular. She therefore composed herself as well as she could; and after staying a few minutes to recollect her scattered spirits, she entered the room where they were at cards. Rochely, who was playing at whist with Mrs. Ashwood, Mr. Rugby, and Mr. Hanbury, looked anxiously at her eyes; and presently losing all attention to what he was about, and forgetting his game, he played so extremely ill, that he lost the rubber.