Dandy Dick: A Play in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

Blore.

Temp’ you, sir! The window was hopen, and I feared they might blow away.

The Dean.

[Catching him by the coat collar.] Man, what were you doing at St. Marvells Races last summer?

Blore.

[With a cry, falling on his knees.] Oh, sir! Oh, sir! I knew that ’igh-sperited lady would bring grief and sorrow to the peaceful, ’appy Deanery! Oh, sir, I ’ave done a little on my hown account from time to time on the ’ill, halso hon commission for the kitchen!

The Dean.

I knew it—I knew it!

Blore.

Oh, sir, you are a old gentleman—turn a charitable ’art to the Races! It’s a wicious institution what spends more ready money in St. Marvells than us good people do in a year.