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[_Falling back._] Oh! [_HANNAH seizes SIR TRISTRAM and talks to him rapidly._] [_To NOAH._] What have you written?
NOAH.
I've written "Hanswers to the name o' Gus!"
GEORGIANA.
[_s.n.a.t.c.hing the paper from him._] It's not wanted. I've altered my mind. I'm too busy to bother about him this week.
NOAH.
What! Hafter wasting my time?
GEORGIANA.
Look here--you're the constable who took the man in the Deanery Stables last night?
NOAH.
Ay. [_Looking out of the window._] There's my cart outside ready to take the scoundrel over to Durnstone.
GEORGIANA.
I should like to see him.
NOAH.
You can view him pa.s.sin' out.
[_He tucks the baking-tin under his arm and goes up to the cell door._
GEORGIANA.
[_To herself._] Oh, Gus, Gus!
NOAH.
[_Unlocking the door._] I warn yer. 'E's a awful looking creature.
GEORGIANA.
I can stand it; I love horrors!
[_NOAH goes into the cell, closing the door after him._
Tris!
SIR TRISTRAM.
Georgiana!
GEORGIANA.
What was my brother's motive in bolusing Dandy last night?
SIR TRISTRAM.
I can't think. The first thing to do is to get him out of this hole.
This good woman has arranged for his escape.
GEORGIANA.
But we can't trust to Gus rolling out of a flying dogcart! Why, it's as much as I could do!
HANNAH.
Oh, yes, lady, he'll do it. I've prewided for everything. Don't betray him to Noah! There's another--a awfuller charge hangin' over his reverend 'ead.
SIR TRISTRAM.
Another charge!
GEORGIANA.
Another! Oh Tris! To think my own stock should run vicious like this.
HANNAH.
Hush, lady!
[_NOAH comes out of the cell with THE DEAN, who is in handcuffs._
GEORGIANA _and_ SIR TRISTRAM.
Oh!
THE DEAN.
[_Raising his eyes, sees SIR TRISTRAM and GEORGIANA, and recoils with a groan, sinking on to a chair._] Oh!
NOAH.
Oop you get!
SIR TRISTRAM.
No, no, stay! I am the owner of the horse stabled at the Deanery. I make no charge against this wretched person. [_To THE DEAN._] Oh man, man!
THE DEAN.
