Rashly did he bask his soul in her delicious beauty, deliberately drinking deep of that intoxicating draught.

Giving the rein to passion, he suffered that tumultuous steed to hurry him whither it would, in mad unbridled course.

He sat so long silently gazing at her with the lack-lustre eyes of low and dull desire, that Emily, quite thrown off her guard by that amiable fainting for his brother, addressed him in her innocent kind-heartedness, "Are you not recovered yet, dear Julian ?" The effect was instantaneous: scarcely crediting his ears that heard her call him "dear," his eyes, that saw her winning smile upon him, he started from his chair, and trembling with agitation, flung himself at her feet, to Emily's unqualified astonishment.
"Why, Julian, what's the matter ?--unhand me, sir! let go!" (for he had got hold of her wrist.) The passionate youth seized her hand--that one with Charles's ring upon it--and would have kissed it wildly with polluting lips, had she not shrieked suddenly "Help! help!" Instantly his other hand was roughly dashed upon her mouth--so roughly that it almost knocked her backwards--and the blood flowed from her wounded lip; but by a preternatural effort, the indignant Indian queen hurled the ruffian from her, flew to the bell, and kept on ringing violently.
In less than half a minute all the household was around her, headed by the startled Mrs.Tracy, who had all the while been listening in the other drawing-room: butler, footmen, house-maids, ladies'-maids, cook, scullions, and all rushed in, thinking the house was on fire.
No need to explain by a word.

Emily, radiant in imperial charms, stood, like inspired Cassandra, flashing indignation from her eyes at the cowering caitiff on the floor.

The mother, turning all manner of colours, dropped on her knees to "poor Julian's" assistance, affecting to believe him taken ill.