I love him. (_Between FENWICK and door, C._)

FENWICK. What do I care? I loved you too. Little he thought of that,
little either of you thought of that. His blood--I'll have his blood!

DOROTHY. You shall never know his name.

FENWICK. Know it? Do you think I cannot guess? Do you think I had not
heard he followed you? Do you think I had not suffered--O, suffered!
George Austin is the man. Dear shall he pay it!

DOROTHY (_at his feet_). Pity me; spare me; spare your Dorothy! I love
him--love him--love him!

FENWICK. Dorothy, you have robbed me of my happiness, and now you would
rob me of my revenge.

DOROTHY. I know it; and shall I ask, and you not grant?

FENWICK (_raising her_). No, Dorothy, you shall ask nothing, nothing in
vain from me. You ask his life; I give it you, as I would give you my
soul; as I would give you my life, if I had any left. My life is done;
you have taken it. Not a hope, not an end; not even revenge. (_He
sits._) Dorothy, you see your work.

DOROTHY. O God, forgive me!

FENWICK. Ay, Dorothy, He will, as I do.

DOROTHY. As you do? Do you forgive me, John?

FENWICK. Ay, more than that, poor soul. I said my life was done, I was
wrong; I have still a duty. It is not in vain you taught me; I shall
still prove to you that it was not in vain. You shall soon find that I
am no backward friend. Farewell.

MUSICAL INDUCTION: "The Lass of Richmond Hill"

ACT II

_The Stage represents George Austin's dressing-room. Elaborate
toilet-table, R., with chair; a cheval-glass so arranged as to
correspond with glass on table. Breakfast-table, L., front. Door, L.
The Beau is discovered at table in dressing-gown, trifling with
correspondence. MENTEITH is frothing chocolate_

SCENE I

AUSTIN, MENTEITH

MENTEITH. At the barber's, Mr. George, I had the pleasure of meeting two
of the Dook's gentlemen.

AUSTIN. Well, and was his Royal Highness satisfied with his quarters?

MENTEITH. Quite so, Mr. George. Delighted, I believe.

AUSTIN. I am rejoiced to hear it. I wish I could say I was as pleased
with my journey, Menteith. This is the first time I ever came to the
Wells in another person's carriage; Duke or not, it shall be the last,
Menteith.

MENTEITH. Ah, Mr. George, no wonder. And how many times have we made
that journey back and forth?

AUSTIN. Enough to make us older than we look.

MENTEITH. To be sure, Mr. George, you do wear well.

AUSTIN. _We_ wear well, Me