The Dean.
Get up, Blore—get up. Oh, Edward Blore, Edward Blore, what weak creatures we are!
Blore.
We are, sir—we are—’specially when we’ve got a tip, sir. Think of the temptation of a tip, sir.
The Dean.
I do, Blore—I do.
Blore.
I confess heverything, sir. Bonny Betsy’s bound for to win the ’andicap.
The Dean.
No, no—she isn’t.