That’ll do.
Hatcham.
[To Noah.] Why, our man was a short, thin individual!
[Hatcham goes out at the window.
The Dean.
[To Noah.] I trust you are perfectly satisfied.
Noah.
[Wiping his brow and looking puzzled.] I’m doon.
The Dean.
Don’t trouble further. I withdraw unreservedly any charge against this unknown person found on my premises last night. I attribute to him the most innocent intentions. Hannah, you and your worthy husband will stay and dine in my kitchen. Good afternoon.