I believe
If once I threw my arms about your neck
And sunk my head upon your breast, that I
Should weep again.
GUENDOLEN. Let go her hand now, Austin!
Wait for me. Pace the gallery and think
On the world's seemings and realities,
Until I call you.
[AUSTIN goes.]
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?
MILDRED. My sole prop
Against the guilt that crushes me! I say,
Each night ere I lie down, "I was so young--
I had no mother, and I loved him so!"
And then God seems indulgent, and I dare
Trust him my soul in sleep.
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.
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