No, no, Noahry!
Georgiana.
You’re speaking to Dr. Jedd, the Dean of St. Marvells.
Noah.
I’m speaking to the man I took last night—the culprit as ’as allynated the affections of my wife.
Sir Tristram.
Wait—one moment! [Going out at the window.
[Salome and Tarver go into the Library and sit at the writing-table. Darbey sits in an arm-chair with Sheba on the arm.
The Dean.
[Mildly.] Do not let us chide a man who is conscientious even in error. [Looking at Hannah.] I think I see Hannah Evans, once an excellent cook under this very roof.