SIR TRISTRAM.
Yes, safe and sound.
GEORGIANA.
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._
SIR TRISTRAM.
George, his tail is singed a bit.
GEORGIANA.
The less weight for him to carry to-morrow. [_Beginning to cry._] Dear old Dandy, he never was much to look at.
SIR TRISTRAM.
The worst of it is, the fools threw two pails of cold water over him to put it out.
GEORGIANA.
Oh! that"s done him!
THE DEAN.
Now, my dear Georgiana! what is a horse?
GEORGIANA.
A living example to a Dean. [_THE DEAN goes distractedly into the Library._] Where is the animal?
SIR TRISTRAM.
My man Hatcham is running him up and down the lane here to try to get him warm again.
GEORGIANA.
Where are you going to put the homeless beast up now?
SIR TRISTRAM.
I don"t know.
GEORGIANA.
[_Starting up._] I do though!
THE DEAN.
Madwoman! What are you going to do?
GEORGIANA.
Bring Dandy d.i.c.k into our stables!
THE DEAN.
No, no!
SIR TRISTRAM.
The very place!
THE DEAN.
Georgiana, pray consider _me!_
GEORGIANA.
So I will, when you"ve had two pails of water thrown over you.
[_THE DEAN walks about in despair._
THE DEAN.
Mardon, I appeal to _you!_
SIR TRISTRAM.
Oh, Dean, Dean, I"m ashamed of you!
GEORGIANA.
[_To SIR TRISTRAM._] Are you ready?
SIR TRISTRAM.
[_Takes off his coat and throws it over GEORGIANA"S shoulders._]
George, you"re a brick!
GEORGIANA.
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!
[_They go out together._
THE DEAN.