I was discovered administering to a suffering beast a simple remedy for chills. I am an unfortunate creature. Do with me what you will. GEORGIANA. The analysis hasn't come home from the chemist's yet. Is this the truth? THE DEAN. Yes. SIR TRISTRAM. [_To NOAH._] Release this man. NOAH. Release him! He was found trespassin' in the stables of the la-ate De-an, who has committed sooicide. THE DEAN. Oh! I---- SIR TRISTRAM, GEORGIANA _and_ HANNAH. Hush! NOAH. The Diseased De-an is the honly man wot can withdraw one charge---- THE DEAN. I--listen! SIR TRISTRAM, GEORGIANA _and_ HANNAH. Hush! NOAH. And I'm the honly man wot can withdraw the other. SIR TRISTRAM. You? Get out! GEORGIANA. Get out! NOAH. I charge this person unknown with allynating the affections o' my wife while I was puttin' my 'orse to. And I'm goin' to drive him over to Durnstone with the hevidence. HANNAH. Oh lady, lady, it's appearances what is against us. NOAH. [_Through the opening of the door._] Woa! Steady there! Get back! GEORGIANA. [_Whispering to THE DEAN._] I am disappointed in you, Angustin. Have you got this wretched woman's whistle? THE DEAN. Yes. SIR TRISTRAM. [_Softly to THE DEAN._] Oh Jedd, Jedd--and these are what you call Principles! Have you got the key of your handcuffs? THE DEAN. Yes. NOAH. [_Appearing in the doorway._] Time's oop. Coom on! THE DEAN. May I say a few parting words in the home I have apparently wrecked? NOAH. Say' em and 'a done. THE DEAN. In setting out upon a journey, the termination of which is problematical, I desire to attest that this erring constable is the husband of a wife from whom it is impossible to withhold respect, if not admiration. NOAH. You 'ear' im! THE DEAN. As for my wretched self, the confession of my weaknesses must be reserved for another time--another place. [_To GEORGIANA._] To you, whose privilege it is to shelter in the sanctity of the Deanery, I give this earnest admonition. Within an hour from this terrible moment, let the fire be lighted in the drawing-room--let the missing man's warm bath be waiting for its master--a change of linen prepared. Withhold your judgments. Wait. NOAH. This is none of your business. Coom on. THE DEAN. I am ready! [_NOAH takes him by the arm and leads him out._ GEORGIANA. Oh, what am I to think of my brother? HANNAH. [_Kneeling at GEORGIANA'S feet._] Think! That he's the beautifullest, sweetest man in all Durnshire! GEORGIANA. Woman! HANNAH. It's I and my whistle and Nick the fire-brigade horse what'll bring him back to the Deanery safe and unharmed. Not a soul but we three'll ever know of his misfortune. [_Listening._] Hark! They're off! NOAH. [_Outside._] Get up, now! Get-oop, old girl! HANNAH. [_With a cry._] Ah! [_Rushing to the door and looking out._] He's done for! GEORGIANA _and_ SIR TRISTRAM. Done for! HANNAH. The Dean can whistle himself blue! Noah's put Kitty in the cart, and left Old Nick at home!