Georgiana.
[Waving her handkerchief.] Come on, Tris! The course is clear! Mind the gate-post! Hold him up! Now give him his head!
Sir Tristram and Hatcham enter by the window carrying The Dean. They all look as though they have been recently engaged in a prolonged struggle.
Sir Tristram.
Put him down!
Georgiana.
Hatcham.
That I will, ma’am, and gladly.
[They deposit The Dean in a chair and Georgiana and Sir Tristram each seize a hand, feeling The Dean’s pulse, while Hatcham puts his hand on The Dean’s heart.