ABSTRACT
Emmeline had the convenience of Mrs. Ashwood’s carriage, who agreed to set her down in Berkley-square. She was herself sitting for her picture; and told Miss Mowbray she would send the chariot back for her when she got to the house of the painter. Exactly at ten o’clock they arrived at the door of Lord Montreville; and Emmeline, who had been arguing herself into some degree of resolution as she went along, yet found her courage much less than she thought she should have occasion for; and with faultering steps and trembling nerves she went up stairs. The man who conducted her, told her that his Lady was not yet up, and desired her to wait in an anti-room, which was superbly furnished and covered with glasses, in which Emmeline had leisure to contemplate her pale and affrighted countenance.
