Why not? In the name of that tottering Spire, why not?
Blore.
Oh, sir, thinking as you’d given some of the mixture to Dandy I put your cheerful little offering on to Bonny Betsy.
[Salome and Sheba disappear.
The Dean.
Oh! [To Blore.] I could have pardoned everything but this last act of disobedience. You are unworthy of the Deanery. Leave it for some ordinary household.
Blore.
If I leave the Deanery, I shall give my reasons, and then what’ll folks think of you and me in our old age?
The Dean.