AUSTIN. It is the old name: that is all I ask, and more than I deserve. I shall remember, often remember, how and where it was bestowed upon me for the last time. I thank you, Dorothy, from my heart; a heart, child, that has been too long silent, but is not too old, I thank God! not yet too old to learn a lesson and to accept a reproof. I will not keep you longer: I will go--I am so bankrupt in credit that I dare not ask you to believe in how much sorrow. But, Dorothy, my acts will speak for me with more persuasion. If it be in my power, you shall suffer no more through me: I will avoid your brother; I will leave this place, I will leave England, to-morrow; you shall be no longer tortured with the neighbourhood of your ungenerous lover. Dorothy, farewell! SCENE VIII _DOROTHY; to whom, ANTHONY, L._ DOROTHY (_on her knees and reaching with her hands_). George, George! (_Enter ANTHONY._) ANTHONY. Ha! what are you crying for? DOROTHY. Nothing, dear. (_Rising._) ANTHONY. Is Austin going to marry you? DOROTHY. I shall never marry. ANTHONY. I thought as much. You should have come to me. DOROTHY. I know, dear, I know; but there was nothing to come about. ANTHONY. It's a lie. You have disgraced the family. You went to John Fenwick: see what he has made of it. But I will have you righted: it shall be atoned in the man's blood. DOROTHY. Anthony! And if I had refused him? ANTHONY. You? refuse George Austin? You never had the chance. DOROTHY. I have refused him. ANTHONY. Dorothy, you lie. You would shield your lover; but this concerns not you only: it strikes my honour and my father's honour. DOROTHY. I have refused him--refused him, I tell you--refused him. The blame is mine; are you so mad and wicked that you will not see? ANTHONY. I see this: that man must die. DOROTHY. He? never! You forget, you forget whom you defy; you run upon your death. ANTHONY. Ah, my girl, you should have thought of that before. It is too late now. DOROTHY. Anthony, if I beg you--Anthony, I have tried to be a good sister; I brought you up, dear, nursed you when you were sick, fought for you, hoped for you, loved you--think of it, think of the dear past, think of our home and the happy winter nights, the castles in the fire, the long shining future, the love that was to forgive and suffer always--O you will spare, you will spare me this. ANTHONY. I will tell you what I will do, Dolly: I will do just what you taught me--my duty: that, and nothing else. DOROTHY. O Anthony, you also, you to strike me! Heavens, shall I kill them--I--I, that love them, kill them! Miserable, sinful girl! George, George, thank God, you will be far away! O go, George, go at once! ANTHONY. He goes, the coward! Ay, is this more of your contrivance? Madam, you make me blush. But to-day at least I know where I can find him. This afternoon, on the Pantiles, he must dance attendance on the Duke of York. Already he must be there; and there he is at my mercy.