Unless the restoration is immediately commenced the spire will certainly crumble.
Georgiana.
Then it’s a match between you and the spire which parts first. Gus, will you let your little sister lend you a hand?
The Dean.
My dear Georgiana, impossible!
Georgiana.
No, no—not out of my own pocket. Come here. [She takes his arm and whispers in his ear.] Can you squeeze a pair of ponies?
The Dean.
Can I what?
Georgiana.