ANTHONY. What is the meaning of all this, ma"am? I don"t like it.
MISS FOSTER. Nothing, child, that I know. You spoke of Mr. Austin, our dear friend, like a groom; and she, like any lady of taste, took arms in his defence.
ANTHONY. No, ma"am, that won"t do. I know the s.e.x. You mark my words, the girl has some confounded nonsense in her head, and wants looking after.
MISS FOSTER. In my presence, Anthony, I shall ask you to speak of Dorothy with greater respect. With your permission, your sister and I will continue to direct our own affairs. When we require the interference of so young and confident a champion, you shall know.
(_Curtsies_, _kisses her hand_, _and goes out_, _L._)
SCENE III
ANTHONY
ANTHONY. Upon my word, I think Aunt Evelina one of the most uncivil old women in the world. Nine weeks ago I came of age; and they still treat me like a boy. I"m a recognised Corinthian, too: take my liquor with old Fred, and go round with the Brummagem Bantam and Jack Bosb- . . . O d.a.m.n Jack Bosbury. If his father was a tailor, he shall fight me for his ungentlemanly conduct. However, that"s all one. What I want is to make Aunt Evelina understand that I"m not the man to be put down by an old maid who"s been brought up in a work-basket, begad! I"ve had nothing but rebuffs all day. It"s very remarkable. There was that man Austin, to begin with. I"ll be hanged if I can stand him. I hear too much of him; and if I can only get a good excuse to put him to the door, I believe it would give Dorothy and all of us a kind of a position. After all, he"s not a man to visit in the house of ladies: not when I"m away, at least.
Nothing in it of course; but is he a man whose visits I can sanction?
SCENE IV
ANTHONY, BARBARA
BARBARA. Please, Mr. Anthony, Miss Foster said I was to show your room.
ANTHONY. Ha! Baby? Now, you come here. You"re a girl of sense, I know.
BARBARA. La, Mr. Anthony, I hope I"m nothing of the kind.
ANTHONY. Come, come! that"s not the tone I want: I"m serious. Does this man Austin come much about the house?
BARBARA. O Mr. Anthony, for shame! Why don"t you ask Miss Foster?
ANTHONY. Now I wish you to understand: I"m the head of this family.
It"s my business to look after my sister"s reputation, and my aunt"s too, begad! That"s what I"m here for: I"m their natural protector. And what I want you, Barbara Ridley, to understand-you whose fathers have served my fathers-is just simply this: if you"ve any common grat.i.tude, you"re bound to help me in the work. Now Barbara, you know me, and you know my Aunt Evelina. She"s a good enough woman; I"m the first to say so. But who is she to take care of a young girl? She"s ignorant of the world to that degree she believes in Beau Austin! Now you and I, Bab, who are not so high and dry, see through and through him; we know that a man like that is no fit company for any inexperienced girl.
BARBARA. O Mr. Anthony, don"t say that. (_Weeping_.)
ANTHONY. Hullo! what"s wrong?
BARBARA. Nothing that I know of. O Mr. Anthony, I don"t think there can be anything.
ANTHONY. Think? Don"t think? What"s this?
BARBARA. O sir! I don"t know, and yet I don"t like it. Here"s my beautiful necklace all broke to bits: she took it off my very neck, and gave me her birthday pearls instead; and I found it afterwards on the table, all smashed to pieces; and all she wanted it for was to take and break it. Why that? It frightens me, Mr. Anthony, it frightens me.
ANTHONY (_with necklace_). This? What has this trumpery to do with us?
BARBARA. He gave it me: that"s why she broke it.
ANTHONY. He? who?
BARBARA. Mr. Austin did; and I do believe I should not have taken it, Mr. Anthony, but I thought no harm, upon my word of honour. He was always here: that was six months ago; and indeed, indeed, I thought they were to marry. How would I think else with a born lady like Miss Dorothy?
ANTHONY. Why, Barbara, G.o.d help us all, what"s this? You don"t mean to say that there was-
BARBARA. Here it is, as true as true: they were going for a jaunt; and Miss Foster had her gout; and I was to go with them; and he told me to make-believe I was ill; and I did; and I stayed at home; and he gave me that necklace; and they went away together; and, oh dear! I wish I"d never been born.
ANTHONY. Together? he and Dolly? Good Lord! my sister! And since then?
BARBARA. We haven"t seen him from that day to this, the wicked villain; and, Mr. Anthony, he hasn"t so much as written the poor dear a word.
ANTHONY. Bab, Bab, Bab, this is a devil of a bad business; this is a cruel bad business, Baby; cruel upon me, cruel upon all of us; a family like mine. I"m a young man, Barbara, to have this delicate affair to manage; but, thank G.o.d, I"m Musgrave to the bone. He bribed a servant-maid, did he? I keep his bribe; it"s mine now; dear bought, by George! He shall have it in his teeth. Shot Colonel Villiers, did he?
we"ll see how he faces Anthony Musgrave. You"re a good girl, Barbara; so far you"ve served the family. You leave this to me. And, hark ye, dry your eyes and hold your tongue: I"ll have no scandal raised by you.
BARBARA. I do hope, sir, you won"t use me against Miss Dorothy.
ANTHONY. That"s my affair; your business is to hold your tongue. Miss Dorothy has made her bed and must lie on it. Here"s Jack Fenwick. You can go.
SCENE V
ANTHONY, FENWICK
ANTHONY. Jack Fenwick, is that you? Come here, my boy. Jack, you"ve given me many a thrashing, and I deserved "em; and I"ll not see you made a fool of now. George Austin is a d.a.m.ned villain, and Dorothy Musgrave is no girl for you to marry: G.o.d help me that I should have to say it.
FENWICK. Good G.o.d, who told _you_?
ANTHONY. Ay, Jack; it"s hard on me, Jack. But you"ll stand my friend in spite of this, and you"ll take my message to the man, won"t you? For it"s got to come to blood, Jack: there"s no way out of that. And perhaps your poor friend will fall, Jack; think of that: like Villiers. And all for an unworthy sister.
FENWICK. Now, Anthony Musgrave, I give you fair warning; see you take it: one word more against your sister, and we quarrel.
ANTHONY. You let it slip yourself, Jack: you know yourself she"s not a virtuous girl.
FENWICK. What do you know of virtue, whose whole boast is to be vicious?
How dare you draw conclusions? Dolt and puppy! you can no more comprehend that angel"s excellencies than she can stoop to believe in your vices. And you talk morality? Anthony, I"m a man who has been somewhat roughly tried: take care.
ANTHONY. You don"t seem able to grasp the situation, Jack. It"s very remarkable; I"m the girl"s natural protector; and you should buckle-to and help, like a friend of the family. And instead of that, begad! you turn on me like all the rest.
FENWICK. Now mark me fairly: Mr. Austin follows at my heels; he comes to offer marriage to your sister-that is all you know, and all you shall know; and if by any misplaced insolence of yours this marriage should miscarry, you have to answer, not to Mr. Austin only, but to me.
ANTHONY. It"s all a most discreditable business, and I don"t see how you propose to better it by cutting my throat. Of course if he"s going to marry her, it"s a different thing; but I don"t believe he is, or he"d have asked me. You think me a fool? Well see they marry, or they"ll find me a dangerous fool.
SCENE VI
_To these_, AUSTIN, BARBARA _announcing_.