Darbey.
Delighted, my dear Dean—delighted!
[The Dean gives Darbey a severe look, and with an important cough walks into the Library. The men and the girls speak in undertones.
Tarver.
[Depressed.] Now, what will happen to-night?
Salome.
Why, don’t you see, as you will have to drive over to dine, you will both be here, on the spot, ready to take us back to Durnstone?
[The Dean sits at his desk in the Library.
Darbey.
Of course; when we’re turned out we can hang about in the lane till you’re ready.