Sir Tristram.
[Savagely to Noah.] Get out of the way! Georgiana?
Georgiana.
Oh, Tris, if this were true how could we break it to the girls?
Noah.
I could run oop, durin’ the evenin’, and break it to the girls.
Sir Tristram.
[Turns upon Noah.] Look here, all you’ve got to do is to hold your tongue and take down my description of the Dean, and report his disappearance at Durnstone. [Pushing him into a chair.] Go on! [Dictating.] “Missing. The Very Reverend Augustin Jedd, Dean of St. Marvells.” Poor Gus! Poor Gus!
Hannah.
[Softly to Georgiana.] Lady, lady.