But Emily, at the sound of his voice, lost her fear in a stronger emotion: its tones were familiar to her ear, and, though she could not readily distinguish through the dusk the features of the person who spoke, she felt a remembrance too strong to be distrusted.
He repeated his apology, and Emily then said something in reply, when the stranger eagerly advancing, exclaimed, 'Good God! can it be--surely I am not mistaken--ma'amselle St.Aubert ?--is it not ?' 'It is indeed,' said Emily, who was confirmed in her first conjecture, for she now distinguished the countenance of Valancourt, lighted up with still more than its usual animation.

A thousand painful recollections crowded to her mind, and the effort, which she made to support herself, only served to increase her agitation.

Valancourt, meanwhile, having enquired anxiously after her health, and expressed his hopes, that M.
St.Aubert had found benefit from travelling, learned from the flood of tears, which she could no longer repress, the fatal truth.

He led her to a seat, and sat down by her, while Emily continued to weep, and Valancourt to hold the hand, which she was unconscious he had taken, till it was wet with the tears, which grief for St.Aubert and sympathy for herself had called forth.
'I feel,' said he at length, 'I feel how insufficient all attempt at consolation must be on this subject.

I can only mourn with you, for I cannot doubt the source of your tears.