Anthony. Why, sir, I believe you must have misconceived me. I have no wish to offend: at least at present.
Austin. Enough, sir. I was persuaded I had heard amiss. I trust we shall be friends.
Fenwick. Come, Anthony, come: here is your sister.
(As Fenwick and Anthony go out, C., enter Dorothy, L.)
SCENE VII
Austin, Dorothy
Dorothy. I am told, Mr. Austin, that you wish to see me.
Austin. Madam, can you doubt of that desire? can you question my sincerity?
Dorothy. Sir, between you and me these compliments are worse than idle: they are unkind. Sure, we are alone!
Austin. I find you in an hour of cruelty, I fear. Yet you have condescended to receive this poor offender; and having done so much, you will not refuse to give him audience.