I grieve to hear it. The tongue of scandal——
Sir Tristram.
[Taking The Dean’s arm and walking him about.] Do you imagine, sir, for one moment, that Bonny Betsy, with a boy on her back, can get down that bill with those legs of hers?
The Dean.
Another horse, I presume?
Sir Tristram.
No, a bay mare. George Tidd knew what she was about when she stuck to Dandy Dick to the very last.
The Dean.
[Aghast.] George—Tidd?
Sir Tristram.