GUENDOLEN. Pleasant question! more?
This more. Did I besiege poor Mildred's brain
Last night till close on morning with "the Earl,"
"The Earl"--whose worth did I asseverate
Till I am very fain to hope that... Thorold,
What is all this? You are not well!

TRESHAM. Who, I?
You laugh at me.

GUENDOLEN. Has what I'm fain to hope,
Arrived then? Does that huge tome show some blot
In the Earl's 'scutcheon come no longer back
Than Arthur's time?

TRESHAM. When left you Mildred's chamber?

GUENDOLEN. Oh, late enough, I told you! The main thing
To ask is, how I left her chamber,--sure,
Content yourself, she'll grant this paragon
Of Earls no such ungracious...

TRESHAM. Send her here!

GUENDOLEN. Thorold?

TRESHAM. I mean--acquaint her, Guendolen,
--But mildly!