emily, who had always endeavoured to regulate her conduct by the nicest laws, and whose mind was finely sensible, not only of what is just in morals, but of whatever is beautiful in the female character, was shocked by these words; yet, in the next moment, her heart swelled with the consciousness of having deserved praise, instead of censure, and she was proudly silent.montoni, acquainted with the delicacy of her mind, knew how keenly she would feel his rebuke; but he was a stranger to the luxury of conscious worth, and, therefore, did not foresee the energy of that sentiment, which now repelled his satire.turning to a servant who had lately entered the room, he asked whether morano had quitted the castle.the man answered, that his servants were then removing him, on a couch, to a neighbouring cottage.montoni seemed somewhat appeased, on hearing this; and, when ludovico appeared, a few moments after, and said, that morano was gone, he told emily she might retire to her apartment.
she withdrew willingly from his presence; but the thought of passing the remainder of the night in a chamber, which the door from the stair-case made liable to the intrusion of any person, now alarmed her more than ever, and she determined to call at madame montoni's room, and request, that annette might be permitted to be with her.
on reaching the great gallery, she heard voices seemingly in dispute, and, her spirits now apt to take alarm, she paused, but soon distinguished some words of cavigni and verezzi, and went towards them, in the hope of conciliating their difference.they were alone.