Remember what you are--my sister--a lady!
I'm not. George Tidd's a man, every inch of her! [_SIR TRISTRAM rushes in breathlessly. GEORGIANA rushes at him and clutches his coat._] Tris Mardon, speak!
The horse? The horse! You've got him out?
Safe and sound! That old horse has backed himself to win the handicap.
[_She sinks into a chair. TARVER and DARBEY with SALOME and SHEBA stand looking out of the window._
The less weight for him to carry to-morrow. [_Beginning to cry._] Dear old Dandy, he never was much to look at.
The worst of it is, the fools threw two pails of cold water over him to put it out.
A living example to a Dean. [_THE DEAN goes distractedly into the Library._] Where is the animal?
My man Hatcham is running him up and down the lane here to try to get him warm again.
Where are you going to put the homeless beast up now?
So I will, when you've had two pails of water thrown over you.
[_Takes off his coat and throws it over GEORGIANA'S shoulders._] George, you're a brick!
A brick, am I? [_Quietly to him._] One partner pulls Dandy out of the Swan--t'other one leads Dandy into the Deanery. Quits, my lad!
What is happening to me! It will be in all the sporting papers. "Sir Tristram Mardon's Dandy Dick reflected great credit upon the Deanery Stables!" "The Sporting Dean!"
[_He walks into the Library, where he sinks into a chair, as SALOME, TARVER, DARBEY and SHEBA come from the window._
They're getting the flames under. If I had had my goloshes with me I should have been here, there, and everywhere.
Where there's a crowd of Civilians the Military exercise a wise discretion in restraining themselves.
[_To TARVER and DARBEY._] You had better go now; then we'll get the house quiet as soon as possible. Poor Papa looks worried.
We will wait with the carriage in the lane.
Yes, yes. [_Calling._] Papa, Major Tarver and Mr. Darbey must go.
[_She rings the bell. THE DEAN comes from the Library._
[_Shaking hands._] Most fascinating evening!
[_Shaking hands._] Charming, my dear Dean.
[_BLORE goes out, followed by SHEBA, SALOME, and TARVER. DARBEY is going, when he returns to THE DEAN._
By-the-bye, my dear Dean--come over and see me. We ought to know more of each other. Say Monday.
[_Restraining his anger._] I will _not_ say Monday!