FENWICK. Too long, dear love. The very trees will welcome you.
DOROTHY. Ay, John, but I no longer love you. The old Dorothy is dead, God pardon her!
FENWICK. Dorothy, who is the man?
DOROTHY. O poor Dorothy! O poor dead Dorothy! John, you found me breaking this: me, your Diana of the Fells, the Diana of your old romance by Edenside. Diana - O what a name for me! Do you see this trinket? It is a chapter in my life. A chapter, do I say? my whole life, for there is none to follow. John, you must bear with me, you must help me. I have that to tell - there is a secret - I have a secret, John - O, for God's sake, understand. That Diana you revered - O John, John, you must never speak of love to me again.
FENWICK. What do you say? How dare you?
DOROTHY. John, it is the truth. Your Diana, eve
