No gentleman of honor would accept the enforced compliance of a woman." "But Doll says that you told her you had no intention of marrying her even should she consent," replied Sir George.
"I don't know that I spoke those exact words," I replied, "but you may consider them said." "You damned, ungrateful, treacherous hound!" stormed Sir George.

"You listened to me when I offered you my daughter's hand, and you pretended to consent without at the time having any intention of doing so." "That, I suppose, is true, Sir George," said I, making a masterful effort against anger.

"That is true, for I knew that Dorothy would not consent; and had I been inclined to the marriage, I repeat, I would marry no woman against her will.

No gentleman would do it." My remark threw Sir George into a paroxysm of rage.
"I did it, you cur, you dog, you--you traitorous, ungrateful--I did it." "Then, Sir George," said I, interrupting him, for I was no longer able to restrain my anger, "you were a cowardly poltroon." "This to me in my house!" he cried, grasping a chair with which to strike me.

Dorothy came between us.
"Yes," said I, "and as much more as you wish to hear." I stood my ground, and Sir George put down the chair.
"Leave my house at once," he said in a whisper of rage.
"If you are on my premises in one hour from now I will have you flogged from my door by the butcher." "What have I done ?" cried Dorothy.