Georgiana.
[Whispering to The Dean.] I am disappointed in you, Angustin. Have you got this wretched woman’s whistle?
The Dean.
Yes.
Sir Tristram.
[Softly to The Dean.] Oh Jedd, Jedd—and these are what you call Principles! Have you got the key of your handcuffs?
The Dean.
Yes.
Noah.
[Appearing in the doorway.] Time’s oop. Coom on!