Warden. [Moves toward him.] You look out—you shan't rob her of her happiness. You—a drunkard! A forger! A thief!
Sterling. I'd keep her now if only to spite you!
Warden. Hah! There spoke the true man in you! Would to heaven the old days of duelling were back!
Sterling. A brave wish, as you know they're not!
Warden. They fight in other countries still for their love and honor, and I'm ready here, now, if you are, with any weapons you choose!
[Sterling sneers.]
Sneer! But will you fight? We'll find a place, and something to fight with, or fists if you'd rather! You wouldn't kill me before I'd got you out of her way for good. Will you fight?
[Coming closer to him.
Sterling. No!
Warden. [Getting more and more enraged.] If you lose, you go away, and set her free of your own will!