But oh! Julian, I am now a forlorn widow, whom sorrow has made selfish!" "Tush, madam," answered Peveril; "it is more unlike the Lady of Latham to anticipate dangers which may not exist at all, and to which, if they do indeed occur, I am less obnoxious than my noble kinsman.
Farewell!--All blessings attend you, madam.

Commend me to Derby, and make him my excuses.

I shall expect a summons at two hours after midnight." They took an affectionate leave of each other; the more affectionate, indeed, on the part of the Countess, that she could not entirely reconcile her generous mind to exposing Peveril to danger on her son's behalf; and Julian betook himself to his solitary apartment.
His servant soon afterwards brought him wine and refreshments; to which, notwithstanding the various matters he had to occupy his mind, he contrived to do reasonable justice.

But when this needful occupation was finished, his thoughts began to stream in upon him like a troubled tide--at once recalling the past, and anticipating the future.

It was in vain that he wrapped himself in his riding cloak, and, lying down on his bed, endeavoured to compose himself to sleep.