Guen. Just for this!
Austin!—Oh, not to guess it at the first!
But I did guess it—that is, I divined,
Pelt by an instinct how it was: why else
Should I pronounce you free from all that heap
Of sins which had been irredeemable?
I felt they were not yours—what other way
Than this, not yours? The secret's wholly mine!
Mil. If you would see me die before his face ...
Guen. I'd hold my peace! And if the Earl returns