GUENDOLEN. How could you let us E'en talk to you about Lord Mertoun then?

MILDRED. There is a cloud around me.

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...