[He hits The Dean violently in the chest.
The Dean.
[Breathing heavily—to himself.] I quite forgot how rough Mardon used to be. How it all comes back to me!
Sir Tristram.
Think I’m changed?
The Dean.
Only in appearance!
Sir Tristram.
I’m still a bachelor—got terribly jilted by a woman years ago and have run in blinkers ever since. Can’t be helped, can it? You’re married, aren’t you?
The Dean.