Heaven be praised! I am now in safety. Or has he even followed me hither? (Throwing back her veil and espying her mother). Has he, my mother, has he?--No, thank Heaven.
CLAUDIA.
What has happened to you, my daughter?
EMILIA.
Nothing--nothing.
CLAUDIA.
And yet you look wildly round, and tremble in every limb!
EMILIA.
What have I had to hear?--And where have I been forced to hear it?