GUENDOLEN. But you said You would receive his suit in spite of this?

MILDRED. I say there is a cloud...

GUENDOLEN. No cloud to me! Lord Mertoun and your lover are the same!

MILDRED. What maddest fancy...

GUENDOLEN [calling aloud.] Austin! (spare your pains-- When I have got a truth, that truth I keep)--

MILDRED. By all you love, sweet Guendolen, forbear! Have I confided in you...

GUENDOLEN. Just for this! Austin!--Oh, not to guess it at the first! But I did guess it--that is, I divined, Felt by an instinct how it was: why else Should I pronounce you free from all that heap Of sins which had been irredeemable? I felt they were not yours--what other way Than this, not yours? The secret's wholly mine!

MILDRED. If you would see me die before his face...