FENWICK. Sir, you speak of disadvantage; think of mine. All my life long, with all the forces of my nature, I have loved this lady. I came here to implore her to be my wife, to be my queen; my saint she had been always! She was too noble to deceive me. She told me what you know. I will not conceal that my first mood was of anger: I would have killed you like a dog. But, Mr. Austin--bear with me a while--I, on the threshold of my life, who have made no figure in the world, nor ever shall now, who had but one treasure, and have lost it--if I, abandoning revenge, trampling upon jealousy, can supplicate you to complete my misfortune--O Mr. Austin! you who have lived, you whose gallantry is beyond the insolence of a suspicion, you who are a man crowned and acclaimed, who are loved, and loved by such a woman--you who excel me in every point of advantage, will you suffer me to surpass you in generosity? AUSTIN. You speak from the heart. (_Sits._) What do you want with me? FENWICK. Marry her. AUSTIN. Mr. Fenwick, I am the older man. I have seen much of life, much of society, much of love. When I was young, it was expected of a gentleman to be ready with his hat to a lady, ready with his sword to a man; to honour his word and his king; to be courteous with his equals, generous to his dependants, helpful and trusty in friendship. But it was not asked of us to be quixotic. If I had married every lady by whom it is my fortune--not my merit--to have been distinguished, the Wells would scarce be spacious enough for my establishment. You see, sir, that while I respect your emotion, I am myself conducted by experience. And besides, Mr. Fenwick, is not love a warfare? has it not rules? have not our fair antagonists their tactics, their weapons, their place of arms? and is there not a touch of--pardon me the word! of silliness in one who, having fought and having vanquished, sounds a parley, and capitulates to his own prisoner? Had the lady chosen, had the fortune of war been other, 'tis like she had been Mrs. Austin. Now!... You know the world. FENWICK. I know, sir, that the world contains much cowardice. To find Mr. Austin afraid to do the right, this surprises me. AUSTIN. Afraid, child? FENWICK. Yes, sir, afraid. You know her, you know if she be worthy; and you answer me with--the world: the world which has been at your feet: the world which Mr. Austin knows so well how to value and is so able to rule. AUSTIN. I have lived long enough, Mr. Fenwick, to recognise that the world is a great power. It can make; but it can break. FENWICK. Sir, suffer me: you spoke but now of friendship, and spoke warmly. Have you forgotten Colonel Villiers? AUSTIN. Mr. Fenwick, Mr. Fenwick, you forget what I have suffered.