Georgiana Tidman. Dandy came out of her stable after she smashed.
The Dean.
Bless me!
Sir Tristram.
Poor old George! I wonder what’s become of her.
The Dean.
My dear Mardon, I am of course heartily pleased to revive in this way our old acquaintance. I wish it were in my power to offer you the hospitality of the Deanery—but——
Sir Tristram.
Don’t name it. My horse and I are over the way at “The Swan.” Come and look at Dandy Dick!
The Dean.