_Rose._
No, that's another rule.
_Miss Gower._
Oh, for shame!
_Arthur._
You see, aunt, Rose is young, and--and--you make no allowance for her,
give her no chance----
_Miss Gower._
Great Heaven! what is this you are charging me with?
_Arthur._
I don't think the "rules" of this house are fair to Rose I oh, I must
say it--they are horribly unfair!
_Miss Gower._
[_Clinging to Sir William._] Brother!
_Sir William._
Trafalgar! [_Putting her aside and advancing to Arthur._] Oh, indeed,
sir! and so you deliberately accuse your great-aunt of acting toward ye
and Miss Trelawny _mala fide_----
_Arthur._