Counsellor. You may repent, Sir—you may repent very soon!
Mr. D. God forbid!
Counsellor. Sir, I give you one hour's time to atone for this insolence, or I can shew you——
Mr. D. [angrily]. And I, Sir, give you one minute to leave my house! or—[recollecting himself, and taking a key out of his socket, which he lays upon a chair] here is the key; when you leave the room, be so good as to lock the door. [Going.
Counsellor. Nay! I go, Sir! I go—but by heavens, Sir, you shall pay for this. [Exit.
Mrs. DRAVE enters hastily.
Mrs. D. Good God! Drave, what have you done? the Counsellor flew down stairs in such a fury——
Mr. D. A fool! I kept my temper long enough.
Mrs. D. [in a tone of reproach]. This is one of your usual passions.
Mr. D. What you call passion in me, is too often necessary to correct the faults you fall into through supineness.