The Dean.
Is this the fruit of your seven years’ constant cookery at the Deanery?
Hannah.
Oh dear! I wouldn’t have done it, only this is your first offence!
The Dean.
Hannah.
You’re not too old; I want to give you another start in life!
The Dean.
Another start! Woman, do you think I’ve no conscience? Do you think I don’t realize the enormity of the—of the difficulties in alighting from a vehicle in rapid motion?