[They back out, bowing and curtseying.
Georgiana.
Well, Gus, you’re out of all your troubles. Are you happy?
The Dean.
Happy! My family influence gone forever—my dignity crushed out of all recognition—the genial summer of the Deanery frosted by the winter of Deceit.
Georgiana.
Ah, Gus, when once you lay the whip about the withers of the horse called Deception he takes the bit between his teeth, and only the devil can stop him—and he’d rather not. Shall I tell you who has been riding the horse hardest?
The Dean.
Who?
Georgiana.