She again exclaimed, 'it is Mr. Delamere, my Lord!'
'What of Mr. Delamere?—what of my son?' cried he, with infinite agitation.
'Save me from him my Lord!' answered Emmeline, a little recovered by the water she had drank.
'Where is he then?' said his Lordship.
'I know not,' replied Emmeline; 'but he came to my room with his servant, and I flew hither to implore your protection.'
Fitz-Edward intreated Lord Montreville to be more calm, and to give Miss Mowbray time to recollect herself. He offered to go in search of Delamere; but his Lordship was in too much anxiety to be satisfied with any enquiries but his own.
He therefore said he would go down himself; but Emmeline catching his hand, entreated him not to leave her.
At this moment the voices of Delamere and his man were heard echoing through the whole side of the castle; for wearied with their fruitless attempts to escape, they both called for lights in no very gentle tone.
Lord Montreville easily distinguished from whence the noise came; and followed by Emmeline, whom Fitz-Edward supported, he descended into the brick hall from whence Emmeline had effected her escape, where he found Delamere trembling with passion, and Millefleur with fear.
Lord Montreville could not conceal his anger and resentment. —