'Will you deny your own words; will you deny, that you acknowledged, only a few hours ago, that it was too late to recede from your engagements, and that you accepted the Count's hand ?' 'I will deny all this, for no words of mine ever imported it.' 'Astonishing! Will you deny what you wrote to Mons.

Quesnel, your uncle?
if you do, your own hand will bear testimony against you.

What have you now to say ?' continued Montoni, observing the silence and confusion of Emily.
'I now perceive, sir, that you are under a very great error, and that I have been equally mistaken.' 'No more duplicity, I entreat; be open and candid, if it be possible.' 'I have always been so, sir; and can claim no merit in such conduct, for I have had nothing to conceal.' 'How is this, Signor ?' cried Morano, with trembling emotion.
'Suspend your judgment, Count,' replied Montoni, 'the wiles of a female heart are unsearchable.

Now, Madame, your EXPLANATION.' 'Excuse me, sir, if I withhold my explanation till you appear willing to give me your confidence; assertion as present can only subject me to insult.' 'Your explanation, I entreat you!' said Morano.
'Well, well,' rejoined Montoni, 'I give you my confidence; let us hear this explanation.' 'Let me lead to it then, by asking a question.' 'As many as you please,' said Montoni, contemptuously.
'What, then, was the subject of your letter to Mons.

Quesnel ?' 'The same that was the subject of your note to him, certainly.