Oh, Mildred, can you say "this will not be"?

MILDRED. Sin has surprised us, so will punishment.

MERTOUN. No--me alone, who sinned alone!

MILDRED. The night
You likened our past life to--was it storm
Throughout to you then, Henry?

MERTOUN. Of your life
I spoke--what am I, what my life, to waste
A thought about when you are by me?--you
It was, I said my folly called the storm
And pulled the night upon. 'Twas day with me--
Perpetual dawn with me.

MILDRED. Come what, come will,
You have been happy: take my hand!

MERTOUN [after a pause]. How good
Your brother is! I figured him a cold--
Shall I say, haughty man?

MILDRED. They told me all.
I know all.

MERTOUN. It will soon be over.

MILDRED. Over?