He would maintain, were grey instead of blue--
I think I brought him to contrition!--Well,
I have not done such things, (all to deserve
A minute's quiet cousin's talk with you,)
To be dismissed so coolly.

MILDRED. Guendolen!
What have I done? what could suggest...

GUENDOLEN. There, there!
Do I not comprehend you'd be alone
To throw those testimonies in a heap,
Thorold's enlargings, Austin's brevities,
With that poor silly heartless Guendolen's
Ill-time misplaced attempted smartnesses--
And sift their sense out? now, I come to spare you
Nearly a whole night's labour. Ask and have!
Demand, be answered! Lack I ears and eyes?
Am I perplexed which side of the rock-table
The Conqueror dined on when he landed first,
Lord Mertoun's ancestor was bidden take--
The bow-hand or the arrow-hand's great meed?
Mildred, the Earl has soft blue eyes!

MILDRED. My brother--
Did he... you said that he received him well?

GUENDOLEN. If I said only "well" I said not much.
Oh, stay--which brother?