FENWICK. No, sir, I abused her name, and am here upon my own authority. Upon me the consequence.
AUSTIN. Proceed.
FENWICK. Mr. Austin, Dorothy Musgrave is the oldest and dearest of my friends, is the lady whom for ten years it has been my hope to make my wife. She has shown me reason to discard that hope for another: that I may call her Mrs. Austin.
AUSTIN. In the best interests of the lady (RISING) I question if you have been well inspired. You are aware, sir, that from such interference there is but one issue: to whom shall I address my friend?
FENWICK. Mr. Austin, I am here to throw myself upon your mercy. Strange as my errand is, it will seem yet more strange to you that I came prepared to accept at your hands any extremity of dishonour and not fight. The lady whom it is my boast t
