Sir Tristram.
Oh, the Dean! the Dean!
Salome and Sheba enter unperceived.
Sir Tristram.
[Still laughing.] I—ho! ho!—I beg your pardon, George—ha! ha! Well, now you know he’s fit, of course, you’re going to back Dandy Dick for the Durnstone Handicap.
Georgiana.
Back him! For every penny I’ve got in the world. That isn’t much, but if I’m not a richer woman by a thousand pounds to-morrow night I shall have had a bad day.
Salome.
Oh, Sheba!
[The girls come towards the Library.