I did it! I ’ad a honest fancy for Bonny Betsy, and I wanted this gentleman’s ’orse out of the way. And while you was mixing the dose with the best ecclesiastical intentions, I hintroduced a foreign element.
The Dean.
[Pulling Blore up by his coat collar.] Viper!
Blore.
Oh sir, it was hall for the sake of the Dean.
Sir Tristram.
The Dean?
Blore.
The dear Dean had only Fifty Pounds to spare for sporting purposes, and I thought a gentleman of ’is ’igh standing ought to have a certainty.
Sir Tristram.