Blore.

Not if sober, sir—but suppose grief drove me to my cups?

The Dean.

I must save you from intemperance at any cost. Remain in my service—a sad, sober and, above all, a silent man!

[Salome and Sheba appear as Blore goes out through the window.

Salome.

Papa!

The Dean.

To your rooms! I am distracted!

Salome.