Keep me within its hand!—I will sit here
Until thought settle and I see my course.
Avert, O God, only this woe from me!
[As he sinks his head between his arms on the table, Gwendolen's voice is heard at the door.
Lord Tresham! [She knocks.] Is Lord Tresham there?
[Tresham, hastily turning, pulls down the first book above him and opens it.
Tresh. Come in! [She enters.
Ha, Guendolen!—good morning.
Guen. Nothing more?
Tresh. What should I say more?