And will they?
The Dean.
[Anxiously.] My darling, times are bad, but one never knows.
Sheba.
The Dean.
Then you will have your new summer dresses as usual.
Salome.
[Hoarsely.] But if they do! Speak, Father!
The Dean.
And will they?
The Dean.
[Anxiously.] My darling, times are bad, but one never knows.
Sheba.
The Dean.
Then you will have your new summer dresses as usual.
Salome.
[Hoarsely.] But if they do! Speak, Father!
The Dean.