The Dean.
I have one great buoyant hope—that a word in the ear of the Durnstone Superintendent will send me forth an unquestioned man. You and he will be the sole keepers of my precious secret. May its possession be a lasting comfort to you both.
Hannah.
Master, is what you’ve told me your only chance of getting off unknown?
The Dean.
It is the sole remaining chance of averting a calamity of almost national importance.
Hannah.
Then you’re as done as that joint in my oven!
The Dean.
Woman!