[coolly] I believe I am.

  TANNER. You! You and I, man. I! I!! I!!! Both of us! [He flings the will down on the writing table].

  RAMSDEN. You! Impossible.

  TANNER. It's only too hideously true. [He throws himself into Octavius's chair]. Ramsden: get me out of it somehow. You don't know Ann as well as I do. She'll commit every crime a respectable woman can; and she'll justify every one of them by saying that it was the wish of her guardians. She'll put everything on us; and we shall have no more control over her than a couple of mice over a cat.

  OCTAVIUS. Jack: I wish you wouldn't talk like that about Ann.

  TANNER. This chap's in love with her: that's another complication. Well, she'll either jilt him and say I didn't approve of him, or marry him and say you ordered her to. I tell you, this is the most staggering blow that has ever fallen on a man of my age and temperament.

  RAMSDEN. Let me see that will, sir. [He goes to the writing table and picks it up]. I cannot believe that my old friend Whitefield would have shown such a want of confidence in me as to associate me with - [His countenance falls as he reads].

  TANNER. It's all my own doing: that's the horrible irony of it. He told me one day that you were to be Ann's guardian; and like a fool I began arguing with him about the folly of leaving a young woman under the control of an old man with obsolete ideas.

  RAMSDEN. [stupended] My ideas obsolete!!!!!

  TANNER. Totally. I had just finished an essay called Down with Government by the Greyhaired; and I was full of arguments and illustrations. I said the proper thing was to combine the experience of an old hand with the vitality of a young one. Hang me if he didn't take me at my word and alter his will - it's dated only a fortnight after that conversation - appointing me as joint guardian with you!

  RAMSDEN. [pale and determined] I shall refuse to act.

  TANNER. What's the good of that? I've been refusing all the way from Richmond; but Ann keeps on saying that of course she's only an orphan; and that she can't expect the people who were glad to come to the house in her father's time to trouble much about her now. That's the latest game. An orphan! It's like hearing an ironclad talk about being at the mercy of the winds and waves.

  OCTAVIUS. This is not fair, Jack. She is an orphan. And you ought to stand by her.

  TANNER.