Hullo, Mardon!

[They shake hands warmly.

Sir Tristram.

Of all places in the world, to find “Mr. Tidd!” [Roaring with laughter.] Ho! ho! ho!

Georgiana.

[Laughing.] Ha! ha!

Sir Tristram.

Why, Dean, you’ve been chaffing me, have you?

The Dean.

No!