Gwin. (aside.) Let me be calm, lest too suddenly the secret burst upon her—she knows me not—time and peril have wrought this change.
Lucy. You would speak to me, Sir?
Gwin. I would, Madam; is there no one within hearing?
Lucy. No one—but why such caution?
Gwin. ’Tis necessary for the memory of one you once loved.
Lucy. Whom mean you?
Gwin. Ambrose!
Lucy. Oh! in mercy speak not that name—I dare not breathe it to myself; once loved—oh! this agony—you probe into a breaking heart.
Gwin. But not recklessly believe me.
Lucy. Alas, what avails this now—let the dead rest unspoken of—break not the silence of my Gwinett’s grave.