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CHAPTER V
Delamere had taken no precaution to secure horses on the road; and it was not till after waiting some hours that he procured four from Barnet.
When they arrived there, it was past one o'clock; and Emmeline, who had gone thro' a very fatigueing day, and was now overcome with the terror and alarm of being thus hastily s.n.a.t.c.hed away, could hardly sit up. She was without an hat; and having no change of cloaths, urged the inconvenience she must endure by being forced to go a long journey so situated. She wished to have stopped at the first stage; but Delamere thought, that in her present temper to hesitate was to lose her. He consented however to go for a moment into the house, where, while he gave a servant orders to go on to Hatfield to bespeak four horses, she drank a gla.s.s of water; and then Delamere intreating her to return to the chaise, she complied, for there was n.o.body visible at the inn but the maid and ostler; and she saw no likelihood of any a.s.sistance, had she applied for it.
They hastened with great expedition to Stevenage; but before they reached that place, Emmeline, who had ceased either to remonstrate or complain, was so entirely overwhelmed and exhausted, that she could no longer support herself.
His fears for her health now exceeded his fears for losing her, and he determined to stop for some hours; but when she made an effort to leave the chaise she was unable, and he was obliged to lift her out of it. He then ordered the female servants to be called up, recommended her to their care, and entreated her to go to bed for some hours.
Long darkness and excessive weeping had almost deprived her of sight; her whole frame was sinking under the fatigue she had undergone both of body and mind; and unable to struggle longer against it, she lay down in her cloaths, desiring one of the maids to sit by her.
Delamere came to the door of the room to enquire how she did. The woman told him what she had requested; and desiring they would obey her in every thing, and keep her as quiet as possible, he went not to repose himself, but to write to Fitz-Edward.
'Dear George,
'While my angelic Emmeline sleeps, I, who am too happy to sleep myself, write to desire you will go to Berkley-square and keep the good folks there from exposing themselves, or making a great bustle about what has happened, which they will soon know. As my Lord has long been prepossessed with the idea of a Scottish jaunt, it is very likely he may attempt to pursue us. Say what you will to put such plans out of his head. I shall be in London again, in a very short time. Farewell, dear George.
Your's, ever, F. D.'
Emmeline in the mean time fell into a sleep, but it was broken and interrupted. Her spirits had been so thoroughly discomposed, that rest was driven from her. She dozed a moment; then suddenly started up, forgot where she was, and looked wildly round the room. An half-formed recollection of the events of the preceding day then seemed to recur, and she besought the maid who sat by her to go to Mr. Delamere and tell him she must be directly carried to Mrs. Stafford's; and having said this, and sighed deeply, she sunk again into short insensibility.
Thus past the remainder of the night; and before seven in the morning Delamere was at the door, impatient to know how she had rested.
The maid admitted him, and told him, in a low voice, that the Lady was in a quieter sleep than she had been the whole night. He softly approached the bed, and started in terror when he saw how ill she looked. Her cheek, robbed of it's bloom, rested on her arm, which appeared more bloodless than her cheek; her hair, which had been dressed without powder, had escaped from the form in which it had been adjusted, and half concealed her face in disordered luxuriance; her lips were pale, and her respiration short and laborious. He stood gazing on her a moment, and then, shocked at these symptoms of indisposition, his rapid imagination immediately magnified them all. He concluded she was dying; and in an agony of fear, which deprived him of every other idea, he took up in breathless apprehension her other hand, which lay on the quilt. It was hot, and dry; and her pulse seemed rather to flutter, than to beat against his pressure.
His moving her hand awakened her. She opened her eyes; but they had lost their l.u.s.tre, and were turned mournfully towards him.
'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 a.s.sistance of the servant. She then drank a gla.s.s 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 pa.s.sed in his mind.
She told him faintly she was better.
'Shall I bring up a gentleman to see you who I am a.s.sured 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 pa.s.sing 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 circ.u.mstance 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.'
'But, Sir,' enquired Mr. Lawson, 'after what you have told me of your father, have you no apprehension of a pursuit?'
His terror at Emmeline's immediate danger had obliterated for a moment every other fear. It now recurred with redoubled violence. He remembered that Rochely was at Mrs. Ashwood's on the evening of Emmeline's departure; and he knew that from him Sir Richard Crofts, and consequently Lord Montreville, would have immediate intelligence.
He struck his hands together, exclaiming, 'She will be every way lost!--lost irretrievably! If my father overtakes us, she will return with him, and I shall see her no more!'
He now gave way to such unbounded pa.s.sion, walking about the room, and striking his forehead, that Lawson began to believe his intellects were as much deranged as the frame of the fair sufferer he had left. For some moments he attended to nothing; but Mr. Lawson, accustomed to make allowances for the diseases of the mind as well as those of the body, did not lose his patience; and at length persuaded him to be calmer, by representing that he wasted in fruitless exclamation the time which might be employed in providing against the apprehended evil.
'Good G.o.d! Sir,' cried he at length, 'what would you have me do?'
'What I would earnestly recommend, Sir, is, that you quiet the young lady's mind by telling her you will carry her whither she desires to go; and at present desist from this journey, which I really believe you cannot prosecute but at the hazard of her life; at present, farther agitation may, and probably will be fatal.'
'And so you advise me to let her stay till my father comes to tear her from me for ever! or carry her back by the same road, where it is probable he will meet me? Impossible! impossible!--but is she really so very ill?'
'Upon my life she is at this moment in a high fever. Why should I deceive you? Trust me, it would in my opinion be the height of inhumanity to carry her into Scotland in such a situation, _if_ you love her'----
'_If_ I love her, Sir!' cried Delamere, half frantic--'talk not of _if_ I love her! Merciful heaven!--you have no idea, Mr. Lawson, of what I suffer at this moment!'
'I have a perfect idea of your distress, Sir; and wish I knew how to relieve it. Give me a moment's time to consider; if indeed the young lady could'--
'What, Sir? speak!--think of something!'
'Why I was thinking, that if she is better in a few hours, it might be possible for you to take her to Hertford, where she may remain a day or two, till she is able to go farther. There you would be no longer in danger of pursuit; and if she should grow worse, which when her mind is easier I hope will not happen, you will have excellent advice. Perhaps, when the hurry of her spirits subsides, she may, since this _has_ happened, consent to pursue the journey to the North; or if not, you can from thence carry her to the friends she is so desirous of being with, and avoid the risk of meeting on the road those you are so anxious to shun.'
Tho' Delamere could not think, without extreme reluctance, of relinquis.h.i.+ng a scheme in which he had thought himself secure of success; yet, as there was no alternative but what would be so hazardous to the health of Emmeline, he was compelled to accede to any which had a probability of restoring it without putting her into the hands of his father.