Mrs. O’Farrel.
(Lorgnetting upwards.) How very strange! And not a breath of wind!
Dean.
(Monocling upwards.) Merely a squirrel. I believe I caught sight of its tail.
Mrs. O’Farrel.
I hope the tree’s not rotten. I’m considerably heavier than a squirrel!
(She goes over to the Dean.)
Dean.
Oh, softly, please....