Hannah.
Ah, stick to that, sir! Stick to it, if you think it’s likely to serve your wicked ends!
[Placing bread with other things on the table.
The Dean.
My good woman, a single word from me to those at the Deanery, would instantly restore me to home, family, and accustomed diet.
Hannah.
Ah, they all tell that tale what comes here. Why don’t you send word, Dean dear?
The Dean.
Because it would involve revelations of my temporary moral aberration!
Hannah.