My father here--and not stay till I returned!
CLAUDIA.
If, in the midst of your confusion, you had told him too.
EMILIA.
Well, dear mother--could he have found anything in my conduct deserving of censure?
CLAUDIA.
No--as little as in mine. And yet, yet--you do not know your father. When enraged, he would have mistaken the innocent for the guilty--in his anger he would have fancied me the cause of what I could neither prevent nor foresee. But proceed, my daughter, proceed. When you recognised the Prince, I trust that you were sufficiently composed to convince him by your looks, of the contempt which he deserved.
EMILIA.
That I was not. After the glance by which I recognised him, I had not courage to cast a second. I fled.