GUENEVERE. (_after a moment's reflection_.) Yes? Tell me about it.
MARY. Shall I tell you?
GUENEVERE. Yes. I think you'd better tell me.
MARY. I wanted to tell you. (_She comes to Guenevere, and sinks
beside her chair_.) I wanted to tell you before Mr. Robinson came
back. I couldn't tell you if he was here.
GUENEVERE. (_smiling_) My husband? Are you afraid of him, Mary?
MARY. Yes, ma'am.
GUENEVERE. (_to herself_) Poor Arthur! He does frighten people. He
looks so--just.
MARY. That's what it is, ma'am. He always makes me think of my father.
GUENEVERE. Is your father a just man, too, Mary?
MARY. Yes, ma'am. He's that just I'd never dare breathe a word to him
about what I've done. He'd put me out of the house.
GUENEVERE. (_hesitating_) Is it so bad, Mary, what you have done?
MARY. Yes, ma'am.
GUENEVERE. Do you--do you want to tell me who it is?
MARY. It's Mr. Jones, ma'am.
GUENEVERE. (_reflectively_) Jones? (_Then, astoundedly_)--Jones!
(_Incredulously_)--You don't mean--! (_Quietly_)--Do you mean Mr.
Lancelot Jones?
MARY. Yes, ma'am.
GUENEVERE. This is terrible! When did it happen?