It is preposterous--it cannot be .-- Yet you tremble--you grow pale! It is! it is so;--you--you--love Montoni!' cried Morano, grasping Emily's wrist, and stamping his foot on the floor.
An involuntary air of surprise appeared on her countenance.

'If you have indeed believed so,' said she, 'believe so still.' 'That look, those words confirm it,' exclaimed Morano, furiously.

'No, no, no, Montoni had a richer prize in view, than gold.

But he shall not live to triumph over me!--This very instant---' He was interrupted by the loud barking of the dog.
'Stay, Count Morano,' said Emily, terrified by his words, and by the fury expressed in his eyes, 'I will save you from this error .-- Of all men, Signor Montoni is not your rival; though, if I find all other means of saving myself vain, I will try whether my voice may not arouse his servants to my succour.' 'Assertion,' replied Morano, 'at such a moment, is not to be depended upon.

How could I suffer myself to doubt, even for an instant, that he could see you, and not love ?--But my first care shall be to convey you from the castle.