But a few minutes have elapsed since I tore myself from his arms--or rather he from mine.--What a man your father is, my Emilia! A pattern of every manly virtue! With what sentiments does his presence inspire my soul! Never is my resolution to continue just and good, so firm as when I see or think of him. And by what, but by fulfilling this resolution, can I make myself worthy of the honour to be called his son--to become your husband, dear Emilia?
EMILIA.
And he would not wait for me!
APPIANI.
Because, in my opinion, this brief interview with his Emilia would have distressed him too much, too deeply affected his soul.
CLAUDIA.
He expected to find you busy with your bridal ornaments, and heard----
APPIANI.
What I have learnt from him with the tenderest admiration. Right, my Emilia. I shall be blessed with a pious wife--and one who is not proud of her piety.