I never play cards.
Sir Tristram.
[Slapping him on the back.] I’ll teach you during my stay at the Deanery.
The Dean.
[Helplessly to himself.] Then he’s staying with me!
Sir Tristram.
Good-night, George.
Georgiana.
Good-night, partner. Heaven bless the little innocent in his cot.
[Sir Tristram goes out with Blore.