Anthony. I thought as much. You should have come to me.
Dorothy. I know, dear, I know; but there was nothing to come about.
Anthony. It’s a lie. You have disgraced the family. You went to John Fenwick: see what he has made of it. But I will have you righted: it shall be atoned in the man’s blood.
Dorothy. Anthony! And if I had refused him?
Anthony. You? refuse George Austin? You never had the chance.
Dorothy. I have refused him.
Anthony. Dorothy, you lie. You would shield your lover; but this concerns not you only: it strikes my honour and my father’s honour.
Dorothy. I have refused him—refused him, I tell you—refused him. The blame is mine; are you so mad and wicked that you will not see?
Anthony. I see this: that man must die.