Georgiana.
What!
The Dean.
Hush—I’ll tell you.
[They talk in undertones. Blore enters to remove the tea-tray.
Tarver.
[Jumping up excitedly—to Salome.] Eh? Oh, certainly—delighted! [Singing to himself.] “Come into the garden, Maud, for the black bat——”
Salome.
Now you’re yourself again.
Tarver.