Mr. D. And my poor daughter!
Mr. R. Here our fate is the same. Yet you are only unfortunate; and I—shall be regarded as a villain. You are a sufferer, and I the cause: I cannot bear this thought. Hear me—Brook is still rich.—The preservation of a worthy family, is a duty, and will excuse it—Let us deny the security——you can then pay him half, and he may lose the rest.
Mr. D. No!
Mr. R. Do it while there is yet time.—I will bear my lot in patience; but let not the thought of having ruined you imbitter my wretched existence. Do it.
Mr. D. Never!
Mr. R. For God's sake, do it. The Chancellor is your enemy; I know it too well: this makes him now so busy about my affairs.
Mr. D. I will not, cannot.—Have I risked my ward's property too inconsiderately, I must bear the consequences.
Mr. R. Who can blame you? Where was there a safer house than mine?
Mr. D. They can seize all my fortune, and undoubtedly will; I hope it is sufficient.
Mr. R. You cannot avoid blaming me.