My Emily--my own Emily! never forget me! God knows when we shall meet again! I resign you to his care .-- O God!--O God!--protect and bless her!' He pressed her hand to his heart.

Emily sunk almost lifeless on his bosom, and neither wept, nor spoke.

Valancourt, now commanding his own distress, tried to comfort and re-assure her, but she appeared totally unaffected by what he said, and a sigh, which she uttered, now and then, was all that proved she had not fainted.
He supported her slowly towards the chateau, weeping and speaking to her; but she answered only in sighs, till, having reached the gate, that terminated the avenue, she seemed to have recovered her consciousness, and, looking round, perceived how near they were to the chateau.

'We must part here,' said she, stopping, 'Why prolong these moments?
Teach me the fortitude I have forgot.' Valancourt struggled to assume a composed air.

'Farewell, my love!' said he, in a voice of solemn tenderness--'trust me we shall meet again--meet for each other--meet to part no more!' His voice faltered, but, recovering it, he proceeded in a firmer tone.