MARY. No, ma'am. I just wanted to tell you how it was. You see, ma'am,
I went to his studio—
GUENEVERE. (unable to bear it) Please, Mary, please!
MARY. Yes, ma'am.
GUENEVERE. I don't mean that I blame you. One can't help—falling in love….
MARY. No, you just can't help it, can you?
GUENEVERE. But Lancelot—Mr. Jones—should have behaved better than that….
MARY. Should he, ma'am?
GUENEVERE. He certainly should. I wouldn't have believed it of him. So that is why—Mary! Do you know—? But I'm not sure that I ought to tell you. Still, I don't see why I should protect him. Do you know that he is going away?
MARY. No, ma'am. Is he?
GUENEVERE. Yes. In the mo'rning. You must go to see him tonight. No, you can't do that….Oh, this is terrible!