Ab. Gr. Leave your quibbling, sir, and speak plump to the point—if habit hasn’t hardened your heart, and given a system to your knavery, answer me this: lord Austencourt has privately married my daughter?
O’Ded. Hush!
Ab. Gr. You were a witness.
O’Ded. Has any body told you that thing?
Ab. Gr. Will you deny it?
O’Ded. Will you take a friend’s advice?
Ab. Gr. I didn’t come for advice. I came to know if you will confess the fact, or whether you are villain enough to conceal it.
O’Ded. Have done wid your bawling—sir Rowland’s in the next room!
Ab. Gr. Is he? then sir Rowland shall hear me—Sir Rowland!—he shall see my daughter righted—Ho there! Sir Rowland!
O’Ded. (aside) Here’ll be a devil of a dust kicked up presently about the ears of Mr. Cornelius O’Dedimus, attorney at law!