Blore.
[Hearing Salome and Sheba crying.] They’ve ’ad a scolding, ’ussies. Let ’em ’ang that on the ’atstand!
[He is going out.
The Dean.
[Opening letters.] Oh, Blore! This note from Mr. Hodder, the Secretary of “The Sport and Relaxation Repression Guild,” reminds me that to-morrow is the first day of the Races—the St. Marvells Spring Meeting, as it is called.
Blore.
Hindeed, sir—fancy that! And I not know it!
The Dean.
All our servants may not resemble you, Blore. Pray remind them in the kitchen and the stable of the rule of the house——
Blore.