What is it?
Hatcham.
The chemist has just brought the annalisis.
Sir Tristram.
Where is he?
[Sir Tristram and Georgiana go out at the window, following Hatcham.
The Dean.
It is too horrible! [Reading.] “Debtor to Lewis Isaacs, Costumier to the Queen, Bow Street—Total, Forty pounds, nineteen!” There was a fancy masked ball at Durnstone last night! Salome—Sheba—no, no!
Salome and Sheba.
[Bounding in and rushing at The Dean.] Papa, Papa!