He could only exclaim, 'Emily! Emily!' and weep over the hand he pressed to his lips; but she, after some moments, again roused herself from the indulgence of sorrow, and said, 'I must leave you; it is late, and my absence from the chateau may be discovered.

Think of me--love me--when I am far away; the belief of this will be my comfort!' 'Think of you!--love you!' exclaimed Valancourt.
'Try to moderate these transports,' said Emily, 'for my sake, try.' 'For your sake!' 'Yes, for my sake,' replied Emily, in a tremulous voice, 'I cannot leave you thus!' 'Then do not leave me!' said Valancourt, with quickness.

'Why should we part, or part for longer than till to-morrow ?' 'I am, indeed I am, unequal to these moments,' replied Emily, 'you tear my heart, but I never can consent to this hasty, imprudent proposal!' 'If we could command our time, my Emily, it should not be thus hasty; we must submit to circumstances.' 'We must indeed! I have already told you all my heart--my spirits are gone.

You allowed the force of my objections, till your tenderness called up vague terrors, which have given us both unnecessary anguish.
Spare me! do not oblige me to repeat the reasons I have already urged.' 'Spare you!' cried Valancourt, 'I am a wretch--a very wretch, that have felt only for myself!--I! who ought to have shewn the fortitude of a man, who ought to have supported you, I! have increased your sufferings by the conduct of a child! Forgive me, Emily! think of the distraction of my mind now that I am about to part with all that is dear to me--and forgive me! When you are gone, I shall recollect with bitter remorse what I have made you suffer, and shall wish in vain that I could see you, if only for a moment, that I might sooth your grief.' Tears again interrupted his voice, and Emily wept with him.

'I will shew myself more worthy of your love,' said Valancourt, at length; 'I will not prolong these moments.