The Dean.
Blore!
Georgiana.
Blore. I recognized the veteran sportsman the moment I came into the Deanery.
The Dean.
What was my butler doing at St. Marvells Races?
Blore enters with his lantern.
Georgiana.
Investing the savings of your cook and housemaid, of course. You don’t think your servants are as narrow as you are!
The Dean.