[Exit Reuben.
Dan’l and Dorothy come forward, Dan’l trembling with rage, Dorothy weeping.
Dan. So, Geoffrey Wynward! The blow that is to bring me to my grave has been dealt by thine hand! The secret which was thine and mine has been revealed by thee! Oh, thief of more than hard-earned gold! Oh, slayer of more than human life, are there no laws to fit such crime as thine!
Dor. Father! father! hurt him not!
Geof. Master Druce—indeed, I knew not——
Dan. Thou knewest not! Will there be more mercy in this man’s heart because thou knewest not? Will the last years of my poor old lonely life be less desolate because thou knewest not?
Dor. Oh, father, father, what sayest thou?
Dan. Nay, girl, stop me not! (Taking up a hammer.) Geoffrey Wynyard, there are injuries that laws can measure, and laws are made for ’em. There are injuries that no laws can measure, and wi’ them we deal ourselves, and wreak our vengeance wi’ our own right hands. (To Dorothy, who interposes.) Stand aside, girl; I’m a weak old man, but there’s devil enough in me to deal wi’ such as him.
[Dorothy, kneeling, holds his arm.