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...

GUENDOLEN. I'd hold my peace! And if the Earl returns To-night?

MILDRED. Ah Heaven, he's lost!