[Putting his handkerchief to his face.] Don’t bring that horrible odor of cooking over here.
Georgiana.
Take it away! What is it?
Noah.
It’s evidence against my profligate wife.
[Sir Tristram and Georgiana exchange looks of impatience.
Georgiana.
Do you realize that my poor brother the Dean is missing?
Noah.
Ay. Touching this missin’ De-an.