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.
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?