'o do not lead me to the remembrance of those days,' said emily, 'unless you can teach me to forget the present; i do not mean to reproach you; if i did, i should be spared these tears; but why will you render your present sufferings more conspicuous, by contrasting them with your former virtues?'
'those virtues,' said valancourt, 'might, perhaps, again be mine, if your affection, which nurtured them, was unchanged;--but i fear, indeed, i see, that you can no longer love me; else the happy hours, which we have passed together, would plead for me, and you could not look back upon them unmoved.yet, why should i torture myself with the remembrance--why do i linger here? am i not ruined--would it not be madness to involve you in my misfortunes, even if your heart was still my own? i will not distress you further.yet, before i go,'
added he, in a solemn voice, 'let me repeat, that, whatever may be my destiny--whatever i may be doomed to suffer, i must always love you--most fondly love you! i am going, emily, i am going to leave you--to leave you, forever!' as he spoke the last words, his voice trembled, and he threw himself again into the chair, from which he had risen.
emily was utterly unable to leave the room, or to say farewell.all impression of his criminal conduct and almost of his follies was obliterated from her mind, and she was sensible only of pity and grief.
'my fortitude is gone,' said valancourt at length; 'i can no longer even struggle to recall it.i cannot now leave you--i cannot bid you an eternal farewell; say, at least, that you will see me once again.'
emily's heart was somewhat relieved by the request, and she endeavoured to believe, that she ought not to refuse it.yet she was embarrassed by recollecting, that she was a visitor in the house of the count, who could not be pleased by the return of valancourt.
other considerations, however, soon overcame this, and she granted his request, on the condition, that he would neither think of the count, as his enemy, nor du pont as his rival.he then left her, with a heart, so much lightened by this short respite, that he almost lost every former sense of misfortune.