Mr. D. Yes, yes, I had. My child—I would have confided her to you.—She loves you—Now go, relate your triumphs; defame her, and me also.
Lewis. Indeed, Sir, I am grieved.
Mr. D. Say that I made offers; that I proposed the match, and was refused.—Oh, my unhappy Augusta!—Go, leave my house—never let me see you more!
Lewis [hastily]. I assure you I have the highest esteem for Miss Augusta.
Mr. D. My daughter is virtuous, and wants not the testimony of a——, not yours.
Lewis. I protest.
Mr. D. I hate your protestations. Never mention her again; promise me that solemnly.
Lewis. I give——
Mr. D. It is to no purpose; speak no more—but if you, in any respect whatever, insult my daughter——you know me. [Wipes his forehead—pause] We have done—adieu, Sir!
Lewis [coldly]. And in respect to my marriage——