MILDRED. No--I cannot weep. No more tears from this brain--no sleep--no tears! O Guendolen, I love you!

GUENDOLEN. Yes: and "love" Is a short word that says so very much! It says that you confide in me.

MILDRED. Confide!

GUENDOLEN. Your lover's name, then! I've so much to learn, Ere I can work in your behalf!

MILDRED. My friend, You know I cannot tell his name.

GUENDOLEN. At least He is your lover? and you love him too?

MILDRED. Ah, do you ask me that,--but I am fallen So low!

GUENDOLEN. You love him still, then?