sarah. Won't you go to bed?
carnaby. I'm well enough . . to travel. This marriage makes us safe, Sarah . . an anchor in each camp . . There's a mixed metaphor.
sarah. If you'll have my advice, Papa, you'll keep those plans clear from Ann's mind.
carnaby. John Carp is so much clay . . a man of forty ignorant of himself.
sarah. But if the Duke will not . .
carnaby. The Duke hates a scandal.
sarah. Does he detest scandal!
carnaby. The girl is well-bred and harmless . . why publicly quarrel with John and incense her old brute of a father? There's the Duke in a score of words. He'll take a little time to think it out so.
sarah. And I say: Do you get on the right side of the Duke once again,—that's what we've worked for—and leave these two alone.
carnaby. Am I to lose my daughter?