Any time you like. Oh—and I say—let me know when you preach, and I’ll get some of our fellows to give their patronage!
[He goes out.
The Dean.
[Closing the door after him with a bang.] Another moment—another moment—and I fear I should have been violently rude to him, a guest under my roof! [He walks up to the fireplace and stands looking into the fire, as Darbey, having forgotten his violin, returns to the room.] Oh, Blore, now understand me, if that Mr. Darbey ever again presumes to present himself at the Deanery I will not see him!
Darbey.
[With his violin in his hand, haughtily.] I’ve come back for my violin.
[Goes out with dignity.
The Dean.
[Horrified.] Oh, Mr. Darbey! Hear an explanation, Mr. Darbey!
[He runs out after Darbey. Georgiana and Sir Tristram enter by the window.