(He places his two books on the ground, plunges into his right-hand breast-pocket and produces a letter.)
I would ’a lef’ this at the door, sir, without troublin’ you, but ’er ladyship when she give it me said most particular as I was to ’and it to you personal, sir.
Dean.
Quite so. Quite so.
(Opens the envelope and reads.)
Baldwin.
(After fumbling in the left-hand breast-pocket, produces a second letter.) And ’ere’s the other letter, sir.
Dean.
Eh, what? Another?