[In a whisper to Salome.] Salome, I don’t quite understand her—but I like Aunt.
Salome.
So do I. But she’s not my idea of a weary fragment or a chastened widow.
The Dean.
My dear Georgiana, I rejoice that you meet me in this affectionate spirit, and when—pardon me—when you have a little caught the tone of the Deanery——
Georgiana.
Oh, I’ll catch it; if I don’t the Deanery will a little catch my tone—the same thing.
[Sheba laughs.
The Dean.