The Dean.
[Recoiling.] No! Then the horse who enjoyed the shelter of the Deanery last night——
Sir Tristram.
Dandy Dick!
The Dean.
Won!
Georgiana.
In a common canter! All the rest nowhere, and Bonny Betsy walked in with the policeman.
The Dean.
[To himself.] Five hundred pounds towards the Spire! Five hundred! Oh, where is Blore with the good news!