Mrs. O’Farrel.
And you’re a scandalous example of clerical depravity!
(Lady Patricia looks cautiously over her shoulder at them, yawns, and pretends to sleep again.)
Dean.
Tut, tut, tut, my dear!... Eileen, do you know why I went into the Church?
Mrs. O’Farrel.
You thought it a convenient cloak for your peccadilloes.
Dean.
Out of sheer gratitude to my Maker for creating woman.... Eileen, why did you refuse to marry me?