Dandy Dick: A Play in Three Acts

by Arthur Wing Pinero

I remember that you once matched a mare of your own against another of Lord Beckslade’s for fifty pounds!

The Dean.

Yes, but she wasn’t in it, Mardon—I mean she was dreadfully beaten.

Sir Tristram.

[Shaking his head sorrowfully.] Oh Jedd, Jedd—other times, other manners. Good-bye, old boy.

The Dean.

You’re not—you’re not offended, Mardon?

Sir Tristram.

[Taking The Dean’s hand.] Offended! No—only sorry, Dean, damned sorry, to see a promising lad come to an end like this. [Georgiana enters with Salome on one side of her and Sheba on the other—all three laughing and chatting, apparently the best of friends.] By Jove! No! what—Tidd?

Georgiana.