The Dean.
[As he enters the room.] Good day, Hannah; you have bettered yourself, I hope?
Hannah.
[Hysterically flinging herself upon The Dean.] Oh, Master, Master!
The Dean.
[Putting her from him sternly.] Hannah! Mrs. Topping!
Hannah.
Oh, I know, I know, but crime levels all, dear sir!
The Dean.
You appear to misapprehend the precise degree of criminality which attaches to me, Mrs. Topping. In the eyes of that majestic, but imperfect instrument, the law, I am an innocent if not an injured man.