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?
MARY. It—it sort of happened last night, ma'am. It was this way—
GUENEVERE. No details, please!