"I merely warn you, father, that I will not suffer her name to be improperly used. I cannot raise my hand against you, but I will leave the room."
"It is high time you were married. By the Lord! you shall be married. I will not be rasped like this."
"I will marry when I see fit," said Anthony.
"The fitness is now," retorted his father. "When a young gallant begins to squabble at village mug-houses about——"
"Father!"
"The near time is ripe. I will see Squire Crymes about it to-morrow."
"I am not going to take Julian Crymes."
"You shall take whom I choose."
"I am to marry—not you, father; accordingly, the choice lies with me."
"You cannot choose against my will."