Mrs. D. To strike a magistrate! Oh, what will be the consequence?
Philip. Do not alarm yourself on this account, Madam. I am witness he exceeded his power. Be composed. We have no time to lose. In the first place, we must prevent this affair from proceeding farther; you will therefore consider my property as your own.
Mr. D. No!
Philip. Why not? I cannot lose by it.
Mr. D. You do not know that. A merchant is above all people liable to accidents.
Philip. But, my dear Sir!
Mr. D. My refusal does not proceed from pride. Heaven sent me this trial. Supported by the consciousness of having done my duty, I can bear misfortune; but dare not throw it upon you. If you will assist me, my good friend, help me to arrange my papers. Do you, my wife and Augusta, behave with fortitude; your courage will console me.——Look at me, Brook. Do I appear dejected? Do not I seem rather to be upheld by an unknown, sacred power? I cannot account for it, but this change does not affect me so sensibly.—Come, my friend! why so serious?
Philip. Then you deny my wishes?
Mr. D. I dare not consent.
Philip. You are the father of a family.