Sir Tristram.
[Takes off his coat and throws it over Georgiana’s shoulders.] George, you’re a brick!
Georgiana.
A brick, am I? [Quietly to him.] One partner pulls Dandy out of the Swan—t’other one leads Dandy into the Deanery. Quits, my lad!
[They go out together.
The Dean.
What is happening to me! It will be in all the sporting papers. “Sir Tristram Mardon’s Dandy Dick reflected great credit upon the Deanery Stables!” “The Sporting Dean!”
[He walks into the Library, where he sinks into a chair, as Salome, Tarver, Darbey and Sheba come from the window.
Tarver.
They’re getting the flames under. If I had had my goloshes with me I should have been here, there, and everywhere.