The Dean.
May I say a few parting words in the home I have apparently wrecked?
Noah.
The Dean.
In setting out upon a journey, the termination of which is problematical, I desire to attest that this erring constable is the husband of a wife from whom it is impossible to withhold respect, if not admiration.
Noah.
You ’ear’ im!
The Dean.
As for my wretched self, the confession of my weaknesses must be reserved for another time—another place. [To Georgiana.] To you, whose privilege it is to shelter in the sanctity of the Deanery, I give this earnest admonition. Within an hour from this terrible moment, let the fire be lighted in the drawing-room—let the missing man’s warm bath be waiting for its master—a change of linen prepared. Withhold your judgments. Wait.