 had he met
him, he found himself incapable of commanding his temper and of
forbearing to resent his sending Sir Richard Crofts to her, which he had
promised her not to do. That therefore he had taken other lodgings in
another part of the town, where he intended to remain.

Emmeline exhorted and implored him to return to Berkley-square. He
positively refused. He refused also to tell her where he lodged. And
complaining loudly of her cruelty and coldness, yet tenderly entreating
her to take care of her health, he left her; having first procured
permission to see her the next day, and every day till she set out for
Woodfield.

When he was gone, Miss Mowbray wrote to Lord Montreville--


    'My Lord,

    'In pursuance of the word I passed to your Lordship, I have the
  honour to acquaint you that Mr. Delamere has just left me. I
  endeavoured to prevail on him to inform me where he lodges; but he
  refuses to give me the least information. If it be your Lordship's
  wish to see him, you will probably have an opportunity of doing it
  here, as he proposed being here to-morrow; but refused to name the
  hour, apprehending perhaps that you might meet him, as I did not
  conceal from him that I should acquaint you with my having seen him.

                                      I have the honour to be,
                                                        my Lord,
                                                   your Lordship's
                                              most obedient servant,
                                                    EMMELINE MOWBRAY.'
  _Clapham, Dec. 3._


Lord Montreville received this letter in her Ladyship's dressing-room.
The servant who brought it in, said it came from Clapham; and Lady
Montreville insisted on seeing its contents. She had been before
acquainted with what had passed; and bestowed on her son the severest
invectives for his obstinacy and folly. Poor Emmeline however, who was
the cause of it, was the principal object of her resentment and disdain.
Even this last instance of her rectitude, could not diminish the
prejudice which embittered the mind of Lady Montreville against her. She
lamented, whenever she deigned to speak of her, that the laws of this
country, unlike those of better regulated kingdoms, did not give people
of fashion power to remove effectually those who interfered with their
happiness, or were inimical to their views. 'If this little wretch,'
said she, 'was in France, it would not be difficult to put an end to the
trouble she has dared to give us. A _letter de cachet_ would cure the
creature of her presumption, and place her where her art and affectation
should not disturb the peace
