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 SCENE VII

. Let it pass for this once, but, please God! there's an end of it. Whoever in future shall stain this face with tears [pointing to Teodora], I swear, and mean it, will never again cross the threshold of my house—though he should be my own brother. [''Pause. Don Julian soothes and comforts Teodora.'']

. I only mentioned common report.

. Infamous!

. It may be so.

. It is.

. Well, let me tell you what every one says.

. Filth! abominable lies.

. Then repeating them

. 'Tis not the way to put an end to them.

. You are wrong.

. Right—more than right. A fine thing it would be if I let you carry the mire of the street into my drawing-room!

. But I will do so.

. You shall not.

. You bear my name.

. Enough.

. And your honour 34