"I will go—I will take my secret with me. Lord Wentworth, hear me, you will repent this to your dying day."
"Away, away, I dare not look at you!"
"Shall I, then, for ever keep my secret? Listen, my Lord; eternity would be too short to mourn your error. I came to tell you about one you love—about her for whom you forsook Juana—you shall not hear it."
"Oh, my God; what said you—about Ellen—where, where is my adored one? Forgive me, I was hasty—I am mad, driven mad—stay, I forgive you—oh, tell me!"
"Nay, I must begone; you bade me away—I obey you."
"Stay, for God's sake, stay; do not drive me distracted."
"Hear me, my Lord, were it not for her sake I would go."
"Yes," cried the Earl, rising and walking towards her, "taunt me with my crime, I deserve it—upbraid me with my faithlessness, I can bear it—but oh! by His blessed name who formed us, withhold not this secret."
"And why should I tell it, after all; is she not my rival? is she not—"
"Powers above, you escape me not thus—you know about Ellen—you shall tell me all—I will arrest you—imprison—torture—"