When Rochely got home, he set about examining the state of his heart exactly as he would have examined the check book of one of his customers. He found himself most miserably in love. By what had passed in his bosom that evening, he had discovered that he should be wretched to see her married to another. After a long discussion, Love very unexpectedly put to flight the agent of Plutus, who had, with very little interruption, reigned despoticly over all his thoughts and actions for many years; and Rochely determined to write to Lord Montreville, to lay his circumstances before him, and make a formal proposal to marry Miss Mowbray. While this correspondence, so inimical to Delamere’s hopes, was passing between his father and Mr. Rochely, he was every hour with Emmeline, intoxicated with his passion, indulging the most delightful hopes, and forgetting every thing else in the world.