 should accompany her
to London, who was from thence to return to his master's house in
Dorsetshire.

This arrangement being made three days after the arrival of Lord
Montreville, and his faithful old valet being employed to procure the
chaise, the hour arrived when poor Emmeline was again to abandon her
little home, where she had passed many tranquil and some delightful
days; and where she was to bid adieu to her two beloved friends,
uncertain when she should see them again.

Her friendship for Mrs. Stafford was enlivened by the warmest gratitude.
To her she owed the acquisition of much useful knowledge, as well as
instruction in those elegant accomplishments to which she was naturally
so much attached, but which she had no former opportunity of acquiring.
The charms of her conversation, the purity of her heart, and the
softness of her temper, made her altogether a character which could not
be known without being beloved; and Emmeline, whose heart was open to
all the enchanting impressions of early friendship, loved her with the
truest affection. The little she had seen of Augusta Delamere, had given
that young lady the second place in her heart. They were of the same
age, within a few weeks. Augusta Delamere extremely resembled the
Mowbray family: and there was, in figure and voice, a very striking
similitude between her and Emmeline Mowbray.

Lady Montreville, passionately attached to her son, as the heir and
representative of her family, and partial to her eldest daughter for her
great resemblance to herself, seemed on them to have exhausted all her
maternal tenderness, and to have felt for Augusta but a very inferior
share of affection.

Of the haughty and supercilious manners which made Lady Montreville
feared and disliked, she had communicated no portion to her younger
daughter; and if she had acquired something of the family pride, her
good sense, and the sweetness of her temper, had so much corrected it,
that it was by no means displeasing.

Elegantly formed as she was, and with a face, which, tho' less fair than
that of Emmeline was almost as interesting, her mother had yet always
expressed a disapprobation of her person; and she had therefore herself
conceived an indifferent opinion of it; and being taught to consider
herself inferior in every thing to her elder sister, she never fancied
she was superior to others; nor, though highly accomplished, and
particularly skilled in music, did she ever obtrude her acquisitions on
her friends, or anxiously seek opportunities of displaying them.

Her heart was benevolent and tender; and her affection for her brother,
the first of it's passions
