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 THE PLA YS OF ARTHUR W. PINERO 
 
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 THE TIMES 
 
 THE PROFLIGATE 
 
 THE CABINET MINISTER 
 
 THE HOBBY-HORSE 
 
 LADY BOUNTIFUL 
 
 THE ^MAGISTRATE 
 
 'DANDY 'DICK 
 
 SWEET LAVENDER 
 
 THE SCHOOLMISTRESS 
 
 THE WEAKER SEX 
 
 THE AMAZONS 
 
 THE SECOND vMRS. TANQUERAY 
 
 THE NOTORIOUS *MRS. SBBSMITH 
 
 THE 'BENEFIT OF THE 'DOUBT 
 
 THE PRINCESS AND THE BUTTERFLY 
 
 TRELAWNY OF THE "WELLS" 
 
 THE GAY LORD %UEX 
 
 IRIS 
 
 THE PINERO BIRTHDAY BOOK 
 
 Selected and arranged by MYRA HAMILTON 
 With a Portrait, cloth extia, price 23. 6d. 
 
 LONDON: WILLIAM H El N EM ANN
 
 T>ICK 
 
 In Three Acts 
 
 BY ARTHUR W. PINERO 
 
 LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN 
 
 MCM1V
 
 First Impression, 1893 
 Second Impression, 1895 
 Third Impression, /yoo 
 Fourth Impression, 1902 
 Fifth Impression, 1904 
 
 Copyright, January , i8<)3 
 All rightt reterved 
 Entered at Stationers 1 Hall 
 Entered at the Library of Con- 
 gress, Washington, U.S.A.
 
 INTRODUCTORY NOTE 
 
 " DANDY DICK" was the third of the farces which Mr. 
 Pinero wrote for the old Court Theatre a series of plays 
 which, besides giving playgoers a fresh source of laughter, 
 and the English stage a new order of comic play, brought 
 plentiful prosperity to the joint management of Mr. Arthur 
 Cecil and the late Mr. John Clayton. But a kind of 
 melancholy interest attaches to " Dandy Dick," for this 
 play was, as it were, the swan-song of the old theatre and 
 of the Clayton and Cecil partnership ; and it was the 
 piece in which Mr. Clayton was acting when death over- 
 took him, to the general grief. 
 
 The production of "Dandy Dick" maybe considered 
 as something of a tour deforce in its way. " The School- 
 mistress " was at the end of its successful run, and Mr. 
 Pinero was under contract to supply its successor by 
 a certain date, when Mr. Clayton one day went down
 
 vi INTRODUCTORY NOTE 
 
 to Brighton, where the dramatist was then at work, to 
 hear him read the two completed acts of the new play. 
 To Mr. Clayton's consternation, however, Mr. Pinero 
 announced that he was dissatisfied with his work, and 
 proposed to begin an entirely fresh play, as he had a more 
 promising idea. But time was pressing, and a successor 
 to "The Schoolmistress" was an immediate necessity. 
 However, Mr. Pinero's idea of writing a play round a 
 dean, who, while being a paragon of dignity and decorum, 
 should be driven by an indiscreet act into a most undigni- 
 fied dilemma, appealed to Mr. Clayton, and, hastening 
 back to London with the sketches for the requisite scenes, 
 he left Mr. Pinero to set to work at once upon the new 
 scheme. And within a few weeks, indeed by the time the 
 scenery was ready, the new play was completed, the rural 
 constable of a village adjacent to Brighton having 
 suggested the character of Noah Topping. 
 
 " Dandy Dick" was produced at the Court Theatre on 
 January 27th, 1887, and, meeting with a most favourable 
 initial reception, it settled down immediately into a com- 
 plete success. The following is a copy of the first-night 
 programme :
 
 INTRODUCTORY NOTE vii 
 
 ROYAL COURT THEATRE, 
 
 SLOANE SQUARE, S.W. 
 
 Lessees and Managers : 
 MR. JOHN CLAYTON and MR. ARTHUR CECIL 
 
 Programme. 
 
 THIS EVENING, THURSDAY, JANUARY 27, 
 At 8.30 punctually, 
 
 DANDY DICK, 
 
 AN ORIGINAL FARCE, IN THREE ACTS, 
 BY 
 
 A. W. PINERO. 
 
 THE VERY REV. AUGUSTIN JEDD, D.D. 
 
 (Dean of St. Marvells) . . Mr. JOHN CLAYTON. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM MARDON, Bart. . . Mr. EDMUND MAURICE. 
 
 MAJOR TARVER T' Mr. F - KERR - 
 
 MR DARBEY , EvRSFIELD< 
 
 \ near St. Marvells 
 
 BLORE (Butler at the Deanery) . . Mr. ARTHUR CECIL. 
 NOAH TOPPING (Constable at St. Mar- 
 
 vells) ...... Mr. W. H. DENNY. 
 
 HATCHAM (Sir Tristram's groom) . . Mr. W. LUGO. 
 GEORGIANA TIDMAN (a Widow, the 
 
 Dean's sister) .... Mrs. JOHN WOOD. 
 
 SALOME) ., _. , ~ .. f Miss MARIE LEWES. 
 
 [ the Dean s Daughters . ] , 
 SHEBA / ( Miss NORREYS. 
 
 HANNAH TOPPING (formerly in Service 
 
 at the Deanery) . . , . Miss LAURA LINDEN.
 
 viii INTRODUCTORY NOTE 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 AT THE DEANERY, ST. MARVELLS. 
 (MORNING.) 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 THE SAME PLACE 
 (EVENING.) 
 
 ACT III. THE NEXT DAY. 
 
 SCENE I. " The Strong Box," St. Mat veils. 
 
 SCENE 2. The Deanery again. 
 
 The curtain will be lowered for a few minutes between the 
 two scenes. 
 
 Ntw SCENERY BY MR. T. W. HALL. 
 
 PRECEDED, AT EIGHT O'CLOCK, BY 
 
 "THE NETTLE." 
 AN ORIGINAL COMEDIETTA BY ERNEST WARREN. 
 
 "Dandy Dick" was performed 171 times between the 
 first night and the 22nd of July, when, the old theatre 
 being demolished, Mr. Clayton took a temporary lease 
 of Toole's Theatre, and transferred the play thither, 
 where it ran 75 nights more.
 
 INTRODUCTORY NOTE ix 
 
 A company had already been sent out, under the 
 auspices of the Court management, to perform " Dandy 
 Dick" in the provinces; but, when the play was with- 
 drawn from the London boards, Mr. Clayton set out 
 himself with a company, and it was during this tour that 
 he died at Liverpool. 
 
 In America Mr. Daly produced " Dandy Dick," with 
 Miss Ada Rehan in Mrs. John Wood's part, but no very 
 great success was achieved ; whereas in Australia its 
 reception was so enthusiastic that it ran for quite an 
 unusual time both in Melbourne and Sydney. In the 
 character of the Dean Mr. G. W. Anson achieved perhaps 
 the greatest of his Australian successes, and Mr. Robert 
 Brough made his mark as the policeman. 
 
 MALCOLM C. SALAMAN. 
 
 December 1893
 
 TH8 TSl^ONS OF THS TLAT 
 
 THE VEBY REV. AUGUSTIN JEDD, D.D. (The Dean 
 of St. Marvells) 
 
 SALOME) 
 
 I (his Daughters) 
 
 SlIEBA ) 
 
 GEORGIANA TIDMAN (his Sister) 
 BLOEE (Butler at the Deanery) 
 SIB TBISTRAM MARDON. Bart. 
 HATCHAM (his Groom) 
 
 MAJOB TABVEB 
 
 ( th Hussars, 
 
 quartered at Durnstone. 
 
 MB. DABBEY j near gt Marvells) 
 
 NOAH ToppiNa (Constable of St. Marvells) 
 HANNAH TOPPING
 
 THE FIRST ACT 
 AT THE DEANERY, ST. MARVELLS 
 
 THE SECOND ACT 
 
 THE SAME PLACE 
 (EVENING) 
 
 THE THIRD ACT 
 THE NEXT DAY
 
 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE FIRST ACT 
 
 The morning-room in the Deanery of St. MarveUs, with 
 a large arched opening leading to the library on 
 the right, and a deeply-recessed window opening 
 out to the garden on the left. It is a bright spring 
 morning, and an air of comfort and serenity per- 
 vades the place. 
 
 SALOME, a tall, handsome, dark girl of about three-and- 
 twenty, is sitting with her elbows resting on her 
 knees, staring wildly into vacancy. SHEBA, a fair 
 little girl of about seventeen, wearing short petti- 
 coats, shares her despondency, and lies prostrate 
 upon the settee. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Oh ! oh my ! oh my ! oh my 1 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Sitting upright.'] Oh, my gracious goodness, good- 
 ness gracious me 1 [They both walk about excitedly. 
 
 SALOME. 
 There's only one terrible word for it it's a fix 1 
 
 A
 
 3 DANDY DICK 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 It's worse than that ! It's a scrape I How did you 
 ever get led into it ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 How did we get led into it ? Halves, Sheba, please. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 It was Major Tarver's proposal, and I believe, 
 Salome, that it is to you Major Tarver is paying 
 attention. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 The Fancy Dress Masked Ball at Durnstone is pro- 
 moted by the Officers of the Hussars. I believe that 
 the young gentleman you have impressed calls him- 
 self an officer though he is merely a lieutenant. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Indignantly.] Mr. Darbey is certainly an officer 
 a small officer. How dare you gird at me, Salome ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Very well, then. When to-night wo appear at the 
 Durnstone Athenaeum, unknown to dear Papa, on the 
 arms of Major Tarver and Mr. Darbey, I consider 
 that we shall be equally wicked. Oh, how can we be 
 BO wrong ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 "Well, we're not wrong yet. "We're only going to 
 be wrong ; that's a very different matter. 
 
 SALOME. 
 That's true. Besides, there's this to remember
 
 DANDY DICK 3 
 
 we're inexperienced girls and have only dear Papa. 
 But oh, now that the Ball is to-night, I repent, Sheba, 
 I repent ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 I sha'n't do that till to-morrow. But oh, how I 
 shtdl repent to-morrow ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Taking an envelope from, her pocket and almost cry 
 in!/.] You'd repent now if you had seen the account 
 for the fancy dresses. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Has it come in ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Yes, the Major enclosed it to me this morning. 
 You know, Sheba, Major Tarver promised to get the 
 dresses made in London, so I gave him our brown 
 paper patterns to send to the costumier. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Shocked,] Oh, Salome, do you think he quizzed 
 them? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 No ; I sealed them up and marked outside " To be 
 opened only by a lady." 
 
 SIIEBA. 
 
 That's all right. I hate the plan of myself in 
 brown paper. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Well, of course Major Tarver begged to be allowed 
 to pay for the dresses, and I said I couldn't dream of
 
 4 DANDY DICK 
 
 permitting it, and then he said he should be most un- 
 happy if he didn't, and, just as I thought he was going 
 to have his own way [bursting into tears], he cheered 
 up and said he'd yield to a lady. [Taking a large 
 account frorn the envelope.] And oh ! he's yielded. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Read it ! Don't spare me 1 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Reading.] " Debtor to Lewis Isaacs, Costumier to 
 the Queen, Bow Street. One gown period, French 
 Revolution, 1798 Fifteen guineas ! " 
 
 SHEBA. 
 [Sinking on her knees, clutching the table] Oh I 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 "Trimmings, linings, buttons, frillings Seven 
 guineas ! " 
 
 SHEBA. 
 [Hysterically.] Yah ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 That's mine 1 
 
 SHEBA.' 
 
 [Putting her fingers into her ears.] Now for mine, 
 oooh ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Reading.] " One skirt and bodice flower girl- 
 period uncertain. Ten guineas." 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Less thnn yours ! What a shame I
 
 DANDY DICK 5 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 " Trimmings, linings, buttons, frillings Five 
 guineas ! Extras, Two guineas. Total, Forty pounds, 
 nineteen. Ladies' own brown paper patterns mislaid. 
 Terms, Cash! " [They throw themselves into each other's 
 arms.] Oh, Sheba ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Salome 1 Are there forty pounds in the wide 
 world ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 M'y heart weighs twenty. What shall we do ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 If we were only a few years older I should suggest 
 that we wrote nice notes to Papa and committed 
 suicide. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Brought up as we have been, that's out of the 
 question 1 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Then let us be brave women, and wear the dresses I 
 
 SALOME. 
 Of course we'll do that but the bill ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 We must get dear Papa in a good humour and coax 
 him to make us a present of money. He knows we 
 haven't been charitable in the town for ever so long !
 
 6 DANDY DICK 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Poor dear Papa ! He hasn't paid our proper dress- 
 maker's bill yet, and I'm sure he's pressed for money. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 But we can't help that when we're pressed for 
 money poor dear Papa 1 
 
 SALOME. 
 Suppose poor Papa refuses to give us a present ? 
 
 
 SKEBA. 
 
 Then we must play the piano when he's at work on 
 his Concordance poor dear Papa. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 However, don't let us wrong poor Papa in advance 
 Let us try to think how nice we shall look. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Oh yes sha'n't I ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Oh, I shall 1 And as for stealing out of the house 
 with Major Tarver when poor dear Papa has gone to 
 bed, why, Gerald Tarver would die for me ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 So would Nugent Darbey for me ; besides I'm not 
 old enough to know better. 
 
 SALOME. 
 You're not so very much younger than I, Sheba !
 
 DANDY DICK. ^ 
 
 SIIEBA. 
 
 Indeed, Salome ! Then why do you keep me in 
 short skirts ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Why ! you cruel girl ! You know I can't lengthen 
 you till I'm married ! 
 
 [BLORE, the butler, a venerable-looking person, 
 with rather a clerical suggestion about his 
 dress, enters by the window. 
 
 BLOKE. 
 
 [Benignly.] The two soldier gentlemen have just 
 rode hup, Miss Salome. 
 
 [The girls clutch each other's hands. 
 
 SALOME. 
 You mean Major Tarver ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 And Mr. Darbey. They have called to inquire 
 after poor Papa. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Poor Papa 1 
 
 BLOKE. 
 Shall I show them hin, Miss Sheba ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Yes, Blore, dear, and hang your h's on the hat- 
 stand. 
 
 [BLOKE laughs sweetly at SHEBA and shakes 
 his fingers at her playfully.
 
 8 DANDY DICK 
 
 BLORE. 
 [Vindictively, behind their backs.] 'Ussies ! 
 
 [He goes out. 
 SALOME. 
 
 Am I all right, Sheba? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Yes. Ami? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Yes. [Looking out at window.] Here they are 1 
 How well Gerald Tarver dismounts ! Oh ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 He left his liver in India, did'nt he ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 No only part of it. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Well part of it. 
 
 SALOME. 
 And that he gave to his Queen, brave fellow ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Seating herself in an artificial attitude.] Where 
 shall we be here ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Running to the piano.] All right, you be admiring 
 my voice ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Oh, I daresay !
 
 DANDY DICK 
 
 SALOME. 
 Here they are, and we're doing nothing ! 
 
 Let's run away and then come in unconsciously. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Yes unconsciously. 
 
 {They run off through the Library. BLORE 
 shows in MAJOR TARVER and MR. 
 DARBEY, who are both in regimentals. 
 MAJOR TARVER is a middle-aged tall, 
 angular officer with a thin face, yellow 
 complexion, and red eyes. He is alter- 
 nately in a state of great excitement and 
 depression. MR. DARBEY is a mere boy, 
 but with a pompous, patronizing manner. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 The Dean's out of the way, eh ) 
 
 BLORE. 
 Yes, sir, he his. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 Eh ? How is the Dean ? Never mind perhaps 
 Miss Jedd is at home ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 You, sir, she his. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 It would be discourteous to run away without ask- 
 ing Miss Jedd after her father.
 
 10 DANDY DICK 
 
 DARBEY. 
 [Throwing himself on the settee.] Deuced bad form ! 
 
 BLORB. 
 The ladies were 'ere a minute ago. 
 
 [SALOME and SHEBA walk in together. SALOME 
 has her arm round her sister's waist and 
 looks up to her with a sweet trusting 
 smile. They start in confusion on seeing 
 TARVER and DARBEY. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Major Tarver ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Mr. Darbey 1 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [Taking SALOME'S hand eagerly. ] My dear Miss 
 Jedd! 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [Rising and putting a glass to his eye.] Hah yah 1 
 Hah yah ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 [With her hand on her heart.] You quite startled us. 
 
 TARVER. 
 [In an agony of contrition.] Oh, did we ? 
 
 DARBEY. 
 Awfully cut up to hear it. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 We never dreamt of finding two visitors for Papa.
 
 DANDY DICK II 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 "Why, you told me to show the gentlemen hin, Miss 
 Sheba ! 
 
 [The two girls start guiltily and glare at BLOKE. 
 
 SALOME. 
 [With suppressed rage.] You needn't wait, Blore ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 [To himself.] Let 'em 'ang that on the 'atstand ! 
 
 [BLORE goes out. DARBEY and SHEBA stroll 
 together into the library. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [To SALOME.] We thought we'd ride over directly 
 after parade to make the final arrangements for to- 
 night. Have the costumes arrived ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Yes, they came yesterday in a hamper labelled 
 ' Miss Jedd, Secretary, Cast-off Clothing Distribution 
 League." 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 That was my idea came to me in the middle of 
 the night. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Dear Major Tarver, surely this terrible strain on 
 your nerves is very, very bad for you with your * 
 
 your 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 My liver say the word, Miss Jedd.
 
 12 DANDY DICK 
 
 SALOME. 
 [Drooping he* head.] Oh, Major Tarver ! 
 
 TABVEE. 
 
 It is frightfully injurious. Of course I'm excited 
 now, and you see me at my best, but the alternating 
 fits of hopeless despondency are shocking to witness 
 and to endure I 
 
 SALOME. 
 Oh! 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 It's all that damned India! Oh! what have I 
 said ! You will never forgive me. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Indeed, indeed I will ! 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 Never. Oh, Miss Jedd, my forgetfulness has 
 brought me one of my terrible attacks of depres- 
 sion ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Major Tarver f 
 
 [She leads him to a chair into which he sinkt 
 in a ghastly state. DAIIBEY strolls in 
 from the library with SIIEBA. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [To SHEBA.] Your remarks about the army are 
 extremely complimentary. On behalf of the army I 
 thank you. We fellows are not a bad sort take us 
 all round.
 
 DANDY DICK i 13 
 
 SHEBA. 
 There a a grand future before you, isn't there ? 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Well, I suppose there is if I go on as I'm going 
 now. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [To SALOME.] Thanks, the attack has passed. Now 
 about to-night ; at what time is the house entirely 
 quiet ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Poor dear Papa goes round with Blore at half -past 
 nine after that all is rest and peacefulness. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 Then if we're here with the closed carriage at ten ! 
 [They go together into the library. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [To SHEBA.] Some of us army men can slave too. 
 Tarver's queer livah has thrown all the arrangements 
 for the Fancy Ball on my shoulders. [SALOME and 
 TARVER re-enter.] Look at him that's when he's en- 
 joying life ! 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [Laughing convulsively.] Ha ! ha ! ha 1 ho ! he 1 he ! 
 Good, eh, Miss Jedd ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 But suppose dear Papa should hear us crunching 
 down the gravel path 1
 
 1 4 DANDY DICK 
 
 TARVEB. 
 
 Oh ! [lie sinks on to the settee with, a vacant state, 
 his arms /tanging helplessly. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [To SIIEBA.] There now his career is a burden to 
 him ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Oh I 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Would you like a glass of water, Major Tarver ? 
 
 TABVEB. 
 
 [Taking SALOME'S hand.] Thank you, dear Miss 
 Jedd, with the least suggestion of cayenne pepper 
 in it. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Looking out at window.] Oh, Salome ! Papa I 
 Papa! 
 
 TABVEB. 
 The Dean? 
 
 DABBET. 
 The Dean ! 
 
 [They all collect themselves in a fluster. The 
 two girls go to meet their father, who enters 
 at the window with his head bowed and his 
 hands behind his back, in deep thought. 
 THE DEAN is a portly man of about fifty, 
 with a dignified demeanour, a suave voice 
 <md persuasive manner, and a noble brow 
 surmounted by silver-grey hair. BLOBE 
 follows THE DEAN, carrying some books, a 
 tmaU bunch of flowers, and an umbrella.
 
 DANDY DICK 15 
 
 SALOME. 
 [Tenderly.} Papa! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Papsey ! 
 
 [THE DEAN routes himself, discovers his chil- 
 dren and removes his hat. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [To SALOME.] Salome ! [To SHEBA.] My toy-child .' 
 [He draws the girls to him and embraces them, the^. 
 sees TAUVEB and DARBEY.] Dear me ! Strangers ! 
 
 TAEVEE and DARBEY. 
 [Coughing uncomfortably} H'm ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Reproachfully, taking his hat from him} Papa ! 
 Major Tarver and Mr. Darbey have ridden over from 
 Durnstone to ask how your cold is. 
 
 [SHEBA takes the gold-rimmed pince-nez which 
 hangs upon THE DEAN'S waistcoat and 
 places it before his eyes. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Dear me I Major 1 Mr. Garvey. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Mr. Darbey 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Darbey ! How good of you ! [With his girls still 
 embracing him he extends a hand to each of the men.] 
 My cold is better. [BLOBE goes out through the library} 
 Major Mr. Garvey these inquiries strike me as
 
 i6 DANDY DICK 
 
 being so kind that I insist no, no, I beg that you 
 will share our simple dinner with us to-night at six 
 o'clock ! 
 
 TAEVEE. 
 [Disconcerted.] Oh I 
 
 DARBEY. 
 H'm! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Let me see Tuesday night is - 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 
 
 Leg of mutton, Papa ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Thank you. Mutton, hot. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 And custards, Papsey. 
 
 THK DEAN. 
 
 Thank you, toy-child custards, cold. And a wel- 
 come warm. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [Looking to SALOME.] Well, I ah [SALOME nods 
 her head to him violently.] That is, certainly. Dean, 
 certainly. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Delighted, my dear Dean delighted! 
 
 [THE DEAN gives DARBEY a severe look, and 
 with an important cough walks into the 
 library. The men and the yirh speak in 
 undertones.
 
 DANDY DICK if 
 
 TAEVER. 
 [Depressed.] Now, what will happen to-night ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Why, don't you see, as you will have to drive over 
 to dine, you will both be here, on the spot, ready to 
 ttike us back to Durnstone ? 
 
 [THE DEAN sits at his desk in the library. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Of course ; when we're turned out we can hang 
 about in the lane till you're ready. 
 
 TARVEK. 
 
 Yes, but when are we to make our preparations ? 
 It'll take me a long time to look like Charles the 
 First! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 We can drive about Durnstone while you dress 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [To TARVER, admiringly.] Charles the First 1 Oh, 
 Major ! 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 That was my idea Charles the Martyr, you know. 
 Terver's a martyr to his liver see ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Oh ! shan't we all look magnificent ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 Ohl
 
 iS DANDY DICK 
 
 TARVER. 
 Grand idea the whole thing ! 
 
 DAEBET. 
 Regular army notion ! 
 
 [They are all in a state of great excitement 
 when THE DEAN re-enters, with an anxious 
 look, carrying a bundle of papers. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Here is Papa ! 
 
 [They rush to various seats, all in constrained 
 attitudes. 
 
 TARVER. 
 [To THE DEAN.] We waited to say good morning. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Taking his hand, abstractedly.'] How kind ! Good 
 morning ! 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Six o'clock sharp, Dean ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 At six, punctually. Salome, represent me by 
 escorting these gentlemen to the gate. [SALOME, 
 TARVER, and DARBEY, go out. SHEBA is following 
 slyly when THE DEAN looks up from his papers.] 
 Sheba ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Papsey ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Check me in a growing tendency to dislike Mr.
 
 DANDY DICK 19 
 
 Garvey. At dinner, Sheba, watch that I carve for 
 him fairly. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Yes, Papsey ! 
 
 [THE DEAN turns away and sits on the settee, 
 SHEBA, with her head down and her handt 
 folded, walks towards the door, and then 
 bounds out. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Turning the papers over in his hand, solemnly.] 
 Bills ! [He rises, walks thoughtfully to a chair, sits an& 
 examines papers again.] Bills ! [He rises again, walk* 
 to another chair, and sinks into it with a groan.] Bills 1 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA re-enter. 
 
 SALOME. 
 [To SHEBA, in a whisper.] Papa's alone ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 A beautiful opportunity to ask for that little prs 
 sent of money. Poor dear Papa ! 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA. 
 Poor dear Papa ! 
 
 [They link their hands together and walk as 
 tf going out through the library. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Looking up] Don't go, children .' 
 
 [He rises, the girls rush to him, and laughing 
 
 with joy they turn him like a top, dancing 
 
 round him. 
 [Panting.] Stop, children 1
 
 20 DANDY DICK 
 
 SlIEBA. 
 
 Papsey's in a good humour ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 [Pinching his chin.] He always is ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Papsey will listen to our little wants ! 
 
 [They force him into a chair. SALOME site 
 on the ground embracing his legs, SUEBA 
 lies on the top of the table. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Oh dear, oh dear ! Your wants are very little ones. 
 What are they, Salome ? What are they, toy-child ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 Papa ! Have you any spare cash ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Spare cash 1 Playful Salome ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 s d, Papsey, or s, Papsey, ana never 
 mind the c?, 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Ha ! ha ! I am glad, really glad, children, that 
 you have broken through a reserve which has existed 
 on this point for at least a fortnight and babbled for 
 money. 
 
 SHEBA and SALOMK. 
 [Laughing v:ilh delight.] Ha ! ha {
 
 DANDY DICK 21 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 It gives me. the opportunity of meeting your de- 
 mands with candour. Children, I have love for you, 
 solicitude for you, but I have no spare cash for any- 
 body. 
 
 [He rises and walks gloomily across to the 
 piano, on the top of which he commences 
 to arrange his bills. In horror SALOME 
 scrambles up from the floor, and SHEBA 
 wriggles off the table. Simultaneously 
 they drop on to the same chair and huddle 
 together. 
 
 SALOME. 
 [To herself.] Lost! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 [To herself.] Done for 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 And now you have so cheerily opened the subject, 
 let me tell you with equal good humour [emphatically 
 flourishing the bills] that this sort of thing must be 
 put a stop to. Your dressmaker's bill is shocking ; 
 your milliner gives an analytical record of the feverish 
 beatings of the hot pulse of fashion; your general 
 draper blows a rancorous blast which would bring 
 dismay to the stoutest heart. Let me for once peal 
 out a deep paternal bass to your childish treble and 
 say emphatically I've had enough of it ! 
 
 [He paces up and down. The two girls r att& 
 a loud yell of grief.
 
 23 DANDY DICK 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Through her tears.] We've been brought up as 
 young ladies that can't be done for nothing ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 Sheba's small, but she cuts into a lot of material. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My girls, it is such unbosomings as this which pre- 
 serve the domestic unison of a family. Weep, howl, 
 but listen. The total of these weeds which spring up 
 in the beautiful garden of paternity is a hundred and 
 fifty-six, eighteen, three. Now, all the money I can 
 immediately command is considerably under five 
 hundred pounds. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Oh, Papa ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Oh ! what a lot ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Hush ! But read, Salome, read aloud this para- 
 graph in "The Times" of yesterday. There, my 
 child. [He hands a copy of " The Times " to SALOME 
 with hie finger upon a paragraph. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Reading.] "A Munificent Offer. Dr. Jedd, the 
 Dean of St. Marvel Is, whose anxiety for the preserva- 
 tion of the Minster Spire threatens to undermine his 
 health, has subscribed the munificent sum of one 
 thousand pounds to the Restoration Fund." [Indig- 
 nantly.] Ohl
 
 DANDY DICK 43 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Oh 1 and we gasping for clothing 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Read on, my child. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Reading.'] " On condition that seven other donors 
 (some forward, each with the like sum.'' And will 
 they? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Anxiously.] My darling, times are bad, but one 
 never knows. 
 
 SHEBA. ' 
 If they don't ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Then you will have your new summer dresses as 
 usual. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Hoarsely.] But if they do ! Speak, father I 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Gloomily.] Then we will all rejoice ! 
 
 SHEBA and SALOME. 
 Rejoice ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 And retrench. Two R's, little ones. Retrench 
 and Rejoice. 
 
 [The two girls cling to each other as BLORE 
 comes from the library with two letters on 
 a salver.
 
 24 DANDY DICK 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 The second post, sir just hin. 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Blandly.] Thank you. 
 
 BI.ORE. 
 
 [Hearing SALOME and SHEBA crying.] They've 'ad 
 a scolding, 'ussies. Let 'em 'ang that on the 'at 
 stand ! [lie is going out. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Opening letters.] Oh, Blore ! This note from Mr 
 Hodder, the Secretary of " The Sport and Relaxation 
 Repression Guild," reminds me that to-morrow is the 
 first day of the Races the St. Marvells Spring Meet- 
 ing, as it is called. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Hindeed, sir fancy that ! And I not know it ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 All or servants may not resemble you, Blore, 
 pray remind them in the kitchen and the stable of 
 the rule of the house 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 No servant allowed to leave the Deanery, on hany 
 pretence, while the Races is on. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Kindly.] While the races are on thank yon, 
 Blore. [Ojxns his second,
 
 DANDY DICK 25 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Thank you, sir. [To himself.] Oh, if the Dean only 
 knew the good thing I could put him on to for the 
 Durnstone Handicap ! [fie gots out. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Children! Salome! Sheba! Here is good news I 
 
 SALOME. 
 [Running to him.] Good news 1 
 
 SHEBA. 
 What is it ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Your Aunt ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Left us some money ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Your aunt is coming to live with us, 
 
 SHEBA. 
 To what ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 To live with us ! What Aunt ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 My dear widowed sister, Georgiana Tidman, 
 
 SALOME. 
 What's she like ? 
 
 SHEBA , 
 We don't want her.
 
 26 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Good gracious ! Georgiana and I reconciled after 
 all theso years 1 She will help us to keep the expenses 
 down. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Keep the expenses down 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Embracing his daughters.] A second mother to my 
 girls. She will implant the precepts of retrenchment 
 if their father cannot ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 But, Papa, who is Aunt what's-her-name? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Who is she ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My dears a mournful, miserable history ! [JPtflA 
 his /tead bent he walks to a chair, and holds out his 
 hands to the girls, who go to him and kneel at his feet.] 
 When you were infants your Aunt Georgiana married 
 an individual whose existence I felt it my sad duty 
 never to recognise. 
 
 SALOME. 
 A bad man ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 He died ten years ago, and, therefore, we will say 
 a misguided man. He was a person who bred horses 
 to run in races for amusement combined with profit. 
 He was also what is called a Gentleman Jockey, and 
 it was your aunt's wifely boast that if ever he vexed
 
 DANDY DICK 27 
 
 her she could take a stone off his weight in half an 
 hour. In due course his neck was dislocated. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 By Aunt? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Hush, child, no 1 You will be little wiser when I 
 tell you he came a cropper ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 How awful it all sounds ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Left a widow, you would think it natural that 
 Georgiana Tidman would have flown to her brother, 
 himself a widower. Not at all. Maddened, I hope, 
 by grief, she continued the career of her misguided 
 husband, and for years, to use her own terrible words, 
 she was " the Ea!sy of the Turf." 
 
 SHEBA. 
 What's that ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I don't know, toy-cliild. But at length retribution 
 came. Ill luck fell upon her her horses, stock, 
 everything, came to the hammer. That was my hour. 
 " Come to me," I wrote, " my children yearn for 
 you." 
 
 SHEBA and SALOME. 
 
 \With wry faces^\ Oh! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 " At the Deanery of St. Marvells, with the cares of
 
 28 DANDY DICK 
 
 a household, and a stable which contains only a thir- 
 teen-year-old pony, you may obtain rest and forget- 
 f ulness." And she is coming ! 
 
 SHEBA and SALOME. 
 When? Oh! when? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 She merely says, " Soon." 
 
 SHEBA and SALOME. 
 [Stamping with vexation.] Ugh I 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Salome, Sheba, you will, I fear, find her a sad, 
 broken creature, a weary fragment, a wave-tossed 
 derelict. Let it be your patient endeavour to win 
 back a flickering smile to the wan features of this 
 chastened widow. 
 
 BLOKE enters with a telegram. 
 
 BLORE. 
 A telegram, sir ! [TnE DEAN opens telegram. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 No Aunt Tidman flickers a smile at me ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 I wouldn't be in her shoes for something ! 
 
 SHEUA. 
 Salt in her bed, Salome 1
 
 DANDY DICK 29 
 
 SALOME. 
 Yes, and the peg out of the rattling window ! 
 
 [They grip Jiands earnestly. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Good gracious ! Bless me ! Girls, your Aunt 
 Georgiana slept at the " Wheati-heaf ," at Durnstone 
 last night, and is coming on this morning ! 
 
 SALOME and SIIEBA. 
 To-day ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Blore, tell Willis to get the chaise out. [BLOBE 
 hurries out.] Salome, child, you and I will drive into 
 Durnstone we may be in time to bring your Aunt 
 over. My hat, Sheba ! Quick I [The clang of the gate bell 
 is heard in the distance.] The bell ! [Looking out of win- 
 dow.] No yes it can't be ! [Speaking in an altered 
 voice.] Children ! I wonder if this is your Aunt 
 Georgiana ? 
 
 [BLORE appears with a half -frightened, sur- 
 prised look. 
 
 BLORE. 
 Mrs. Tidman. 
 
 GEORGIANA TIDMAN enters. She is a jovial, noisy 
 woman, very " horsey " in manners and appear- 
 ance, and dressed in pronounced masculine style, 
 with billycock hat and coaching coat. The girlt 
 cling to each other ; THE DEAN recoils.
 
 30 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Well, Gus, my boy, how are you ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Shocked.] Georgiana! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Patting THE DEAN'S cheeks.] You're putting on too 
 much flesh, Augustin ; they should give you a ten- 
 miler daily in a blanket. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [With dignity.] My dear sister ! 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 
 Are these your two-year-olds ? [To SALOME.] Kiss 
 your Aunt ! [She kisses SALOME with a good hearty 
 smack.] [To SHEBA.] Kiss your Aunt ! [She embraces 
 SHEBA, then stands between the two girls and surveys 
 them critically, touching them alternately with the end of 
 her cane.] Lord bless you both ! What names do you 
 run under ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 I I am Salome. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 I am Sheba. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Looking at SHEBA.] Why, little 'un, your stable 
 companion could give you a stone and then get her 
 nose in front 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 \Who has been impatiently fuming.] Georgiana, I
 
 DANDY DICK 31 
 
 fear these poor innocents don't follow your well- 
 intentioned but inappropriate illustrations. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Oh, we'll soon wake 'em up. Well, Augustin, my 
 boy, it's nearly twenty years since you and I munched 
 our corn together. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Our estrangement has been painfully prolonged. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Since then we've both run many races though we've 
 never met in the same events. The world has ridden 
 us both pretty hard at times, Gus, hasn't it ? We've 
 been punished and pulled and led down pretty often, 
 but here we are (tapping him sharply in the chest with 
 her cane), sound in the wind yet. You're doing well, 
 Gus, and they say you're going up the hill neck-and- 
 neck with your Bishop. I've dropped out of it the 
 mares don't last, Gus and it's good and kind of you 
 to give me a dry stable and a clean litter, and to keep 
 me out of the shafts of a " Shrewsbury and Talbot." 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [In a whisper to SALOME.] Salome, I don't quite 
 understand her but I like Aunt. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 So do I. But she's not my idea of a weary frag- 
 ment or a chastened widow. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My dear Georgiana, I rejoice that you meet me in 
 this affectionate spirit, and when pardon me when 
 you have a little caught the tone of the Deanery
 
 32 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEOBGIANA. 
 
 Oh, I'll catch it ; if I don't the Deanery will a little 
 catch my tone the same thing. [SnEBA laughs. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Reprovingly.] Toy-child! 
 
 GEOKGIANA. 
 
 Trust George Tidd for setting things quite square 
 in a palace or a puddle. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 George Tidd ! Who is George Tidd ? 
 
 GEOKGIANA. 
 
 I am George Tidd that was my racing name. Ask 
 after George Tidd at Newmarket they'll tell you all 
 about me. My colours were crimson and black 
 diamonds. There you are. 
 
 [Producing her pocket-handkerchief, which is 
 crimson and black. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Dear me ! Very interesting ! Georgiana, my dear. 
 One moment, children. [The girls go into the library.] 
 [Tapping the handkerchief] I understand distinctly 
 from your letter that all this is finally abandoned ? 
 
 GEOIIGIANA. 
 
 Worse luck 1 They'!) never see my colours at tho 
 post again 1
 
 DANDY DICK 33 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 And the contemplation of sport generally as a 
 mental distraction ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Oh, yes I daresay you'll manage to wean me from 
 that too, in time. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 In time ! Well, but Georgiana ! 
 
 [The gate bell is heard again, the girls re-enter. 
 GEORGIANA 
 
 There's a visitor. I'll tootle upstairs and have a 
 groom down. [To SALOME and SHEBA.] Make the 
 running, girls. At what time do we feed, Augustin ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 There is luncheon at one o'clock. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Right. The air here is so fresh I sha'n't be sorry 
 to get my nose-bag on. 
 
 [She stalks out accompanied by the girls. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My sister, Georgiana my widowed sister, Georgiana. 
 Dear me, I am quite disturbed. Surely, surely the 
 serene atmosphere of the Deanery will work a change. 
 It must ! It must ! If not, what a grave mistake I 
 have made. Good gracious ! No, no, I won't think 
 of it ! Still, it is a little unfortunate that poor 
 Georgiana should arrive here on the very eve of these 
 terrible races at St. Marvells, 
 

 
 j 4 DANDY DICK 
 
 I JLOUK enters with a card. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Who is it, Blore ? [.Reading the card.] " Sir Tristram 
 Mardon." Dear, dear ! Certainly, Blore, certainly. 
 [BLORE goes out.~\ Mardon why, Mardon and I 
 haven't met cince Oxford. 
 
 [BLORE re-enters, showing in SIR TRISTRAM MARDON, a 
 well-preserved man of about fifty, with a ruddy 
 face and jovial manner, the type of the thorough 
 English sporting gentleman. BLORE goes out. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Hullo, Jedd. how are you ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 My dear Mardon are we boys again ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Boisterously.] Of course we are ! Boys again ! 
 
 \He hits THE DEAN violently in the chest. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Breathing heavily to himself.] I quite forgot how 
 rough Mardon used to be. How it all comes back to 
 
 216 ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Think I'm changed ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Only in appearance 1
 
 DANDY DICK 35 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 I'm still a bachelor got terribly jilted by a woman 
 years ago and have run in blinkers ever since. Can't 
 be helped, can it ? You're married, aren't you ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [With dignity.] I have been a widower for fifteen 
 years. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Oh lor' ! awfully sorry can't be helped though, 
 can it ? [Seizing THE DEAN'S hand and squeezing it.] 
 Forgive me, old chap. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Withdravnng his hand with pain.] 0-o-oh I 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 I've re-opened an old wound damned stupid of 
 me ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Hush, Mardon ! Please ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 All right. What do you think I'm down here for ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 For the benefit of your health, Mardon ? 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Ha ! ha ! Never had an ache in my life ; sha'n't 
 come and hear you preach next Sunday, Gus. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I do not preach next Sunday !
 
 36 DANDY DICK 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 You'd better not ! No, I'm here for the races. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 The races ! Hush, my dear Mardon, my girls 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Girls ! May I trot 'em into the paddock to-morrow ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Thank you, no. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Think it over. You've seen the list of starters for 
 the Durnstone Handicap ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 No, I haven't. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Not ! Look here ! Sir Tristram Mardon's Dandy 
 Dick, nine stone two, Tom Gallawood up 1 What do 
 you think of that ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I don't think of anything like that I 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Digging THE DEAN in the ribs.'] Look out for my 
 colours black and white, and a pink cap first past 
 the post to-morrow. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Really, my dear Mardon
 
 DANDY DICK 37 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Good heavens ! Jedd, they talk about Bonny Betsy. 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I grieve to hear it. The tongue of scandal 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Taking THE DEAN'S arm, and walking him about.] 
 Do you imagine sir, for one moment, that Bonny 
 Betsy, with a boy on her back, can get down that hill 
 with those legs of hers ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Another horse, I presume ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 No, a bay mare. George Tidd knew what she was 
 about when she stuck to Dandy Dick to the very last. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Aghast.] George Tidd ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Georgiana Tidman. Dandy came out of her stable 
 after she smashed. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Bless me I 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Poor old George ! 1 wonder what's become of her. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My dear Mardon, I am of course heartily pleased to 
 revive in this way our old acquaintance. I wish it 
 were in my power to offer you the hospitality of the 
 Deanery but
 
 38 DANDY DICK 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Don't name it. My horse and I are over the way 
 at " The Swan." Come and look at Dandy Dick ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Mardon, you don't understand. My position in St. 
 Marvells 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Oh, I see, Jedd. I beg your pardon. You mean 
 that the colours you ride in don't show up well OIK 
 the hill yonder or in the stable of the " Swan " inn. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 You must remember 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 I remember that in your young days you made 
 the heaviest book on the Derby of any of our fellows. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I always lost, Mardon ; indeed, I always lost ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 I remember that you once matched a mare of your 
 own against another of Lord Beckslade's for fifty 
 pounds ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Yes, but she wasn't in it, Mardon I mean she was 
 dreadfully beaten. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Shaking his head sorrowfully.] Oh Jedd, Jedd 
 other times, other manners. Good-by, old boy.
 
 DANDY DICK 39 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 You're not you're not offended, Mardon ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Taking THE DEAN'S hand.] Offended ! No only 
 sorry, Dean, damned sorry, to see a promising lad come 
 to an end like this. [GEORGIANA enters with SALOME 
 on one side q/ her and SHEBA on the other all three 
 laughing and chatting, apparently the best of friends.] 
 By Jove 1 No 1 what Tidd ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Hullo, Mardon ! 
 
 [They shake hands warmly. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Of all places in the world, to find " Mr. Tidd ! " 
 [.Roaring with laughter. ,] Ho ! ho ! ho ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 [Laughing.] Ha ! ha ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Why Dean, you've been chaffing me, have you ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 No I- 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Yes, you have you've been roasting your old 
 friend ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [With dignity.] Mardon 1
 
 40 DANDY DICK 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Tidd is a pal of yours, eh ? Ho ! ho ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Ha! ha I 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Sir Tristram Mardon, Mrs. Tidman is my sister. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. * -. 
 Your sister ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Yes, I've been running a bit dark, Mardon, but 
 that stout, well-seasoned animal over there and this 
 skittish creature come of the same stock and were 
 foaled in the same stable. [Pointing to SALOME and 
 SHEBA.] There are a couple of yearlings here, you 
 don't know. My nieces Salome and Sheba. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [flouring.] How do you do ? [Heartily taking GEUR- 
 GIANA'S hand again.] Well, I don't care whose sister 
 you are, but I'm jolly glad to see you, George, my 
 boy. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Gracious, Tris, don't squeeze my hand so 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [In horror.] Salome, Sheba, children ! I must 
 speak to you. Excuse me, Mardon. [To himself.] 
 Oh, what shall I do with my widowed sister ? 
 
 [He goes into tfte garden.
 
 DANDY DICK 41 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [To SALOME.] That's like pa, just as we were getting 
 interested. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 We'll come back in a minute. 
 
 [They go out by ike window. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Lord ! How odd ! You know your brother and I 
 were at Oxford together, George ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Were you, Tris ! Then are you putting up here ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 He won't have me. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Won't have you ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Because I'm down here racing. You see, he's a 
 Dean. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Is he ? Well then, you just lay a thousand 
 sovereigns to a gooseberry that in this house I'm a 
 Detm, too 1 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 I suppose he's thinking of the Canons and the 
 Bishop and those chaps. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Lord bless your heart, they're all right when you
 
 42 DANDY DICK 
 
 cheer them up a bit ! If I'm here till the Autumn 
 Meeting you'll find me lunching on the hill, with the 
 Canons marking my card and the dear old Bishop 
 mixing the salad. So say the word, Tris I'll make 
 it all right with Augustin. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 No, thanks, old fellow. The fact is I'm fixed at 
 the " Swan " with what do you think, George ? 
 with Dandy Dick. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Oh ! my old Dandy ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. < 
 
 I brought him down with me in lavender. You 
 know he runs for the Durnstone Handicap to-morrow. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Know. There's precious little that horse does that 
 I don't know, and what I don't know I dream. Is he 
 fit? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 As a fiddle shines like a mirror not an ounce too 
 much or too little. He'll romp in ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 He'll dance in ! Tris Mardon ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Eh? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Mysteriously.] Tris, Dandy Dick doesn't belong to 
 you not all of him.
 
 DANDY DICK 43 
 
 SIR TKISTRAM. 
 
 No I've only a half share. At your sale he was 
 knocked down to John Fielder the trainer. The 
 other half belongs to John. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 No it doesn't, it belongs to me I 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 George ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Yes, directly I saw Dandy Dick marched out before 
 the auctioneer I asked John Fielder to help me, and 
 he did, like a Briton. For I can't live without horse- 
 flesh, if it's only a piece of cat'smeat on a skewer. 
 But when I condescended to keep company with the 
 Canons and the Bishop here I promised Augustin that 
 I wouldn't own anything on four legs, so John sold 
 you half of Dick, and I can swear I don't own a horse 
 and I don't not a whole one. But half a horse is 
 better than no bread, Tris and we're partners. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 [Roaring with laughter.] Ho ! ho ! ha ! ha 1 ha 1 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 "What are you laughing at, man ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Oh, the Dean ! the Dean ! 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA enter unperceived. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 [Still laughing.] I ho ! ho ! I beg your pardon.
 
 44 DANDY DICK 
 
 George ha ! ha ! Well, now you know he's fit, o{ 
 course, you're going to back Dandy Dick for the 
 Durnstone Handicap. 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 
 Back him ! For every penny I've got in the world. 
 That isn't much, but if I'm not a richer woman by a 
 thousand pounds to-morrow night I shall have had a 
 bad day. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Oh, Sheba I 
 
 [The girls come towards the library. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 [Discovering them.] Hush ! [To the girls.] Hallo I 
 
 SHEBA. 
 It's only us, Aunt. 
 
 [The girls go into the library. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 I'll be off. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Keep your eye on the old horse, Tristram. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Don't fear. Good morning, George I 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Good morning, partner ! [SiR TRISTRAM bursts out 
 lawjhing again, she joining in the laughter J\ Oh, do be 
 quiet !
 
 DANDY DICK 45 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Ho ! ho ! ho ! Ha ! ha ! Oh, say good-by for me 
 to the Dean ! [She gives him a puxh and lie goes out. 
 
 SUEBA and SALOME immediately re-enter from 
 the library. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Aunt dear Aunt 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 Well, girls? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Aunt Salome has something to say to you. 
 
 SALOME. 
 No, it's Sheba. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Why, you're shivering all over. [Catching hold oj 
 SHEBA.] Hallo, little 'un ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Aunt dear Aunt Georgiana we heard you say 
 something about a thousand pounds. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 You've been listening ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 No we only merely heard. And, oh, Aunt, a 
 thousand pounds is such a lot, and we poor girls want 
 such a little. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Money ? . .
 
 46 DANDY DICK 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Yes. Salome has rather got into debt. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 My gracious! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 I haven't, any more than you have, Sheba. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Well, I'm in debt too, but I only meant to beg for 
 Salome ; but now I ask for both of us. Oh, Aunt 
 Tidman, Papa has told us that you have known 
 troubles. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 So I have heaps of them. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Oh, I'm so glad. Because Salome and I are weary 
 fragments too we're everything awful but chastened 
 widows. We owe forty pounds unknown to Pa 1 
 
 SALOME. 
 Forty pounds, nineteen. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Why, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves, you 
 girls! 
 
 SHEBA 
 We are! 
 
 SALOME. 
 We are I 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 To cry and go on like this about forty pounds I
 
 DANDY DICK 47 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 But we've only got fifteen and threepence of our 
 own in the world ! And, oh, Aunt, you know some- 
 thing about the races, don't you ? 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 Eh? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 If you do, help two poor creatures to win forty 
 pounds, nineteen. Aunt Georgiana, what's "Dandy 
 Dick " you were talking to that gentleman about ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Child ! Dandy Dick's a horse. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 We thought so. Then let Dandy Dick win us 
 eome money. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 No, no I I won't hear of it ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Oh, do, do 1 
 
 SALOME. 
 Oh, do, do, do ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Go away I won't. I say decidedly, I will not ! 
 
 SHEBA 
 Oh, do, do 1 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Do ! Do, and we'll love you for ever and ever, 
 Aunt Georgiana.
 
 48 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 You will ! [She embraces them heartily.] Bless your 
 little innocent faces! Do you want to win forty 
 pounds ? 
 
 SALOME AND SHEBA. 
 Yes, yes ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Do you want to win fifty pounds ? 
 
 SHEBA AND SALOME. 
 Oh, yes, yes ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Taking her belting bookjrom Jier pocket.] Very well 
 then, put your very petticoats on Dandy Dick ! 
 
 [The girls stand clutching their skirts, frightened. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Oh! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Ohl
 
 THE SECOND ACT 
 
 The morning-room at the Deanery, with the fire and 
 the lamps lighted. It is after dinner. 
 
 SHEBA is playing the piano, SALOME lolling upon the 
 settee, and GEORGIANA pouring out tea. They are 
 in evening dress. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Sugar, Sally? I call you Sally, Salome the 
 evening's too short for your name. 
 
 SALOME. 
 All right, Aunt George two lumps, please. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 [To SHEBA.] Little 'un ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Tv o lumps and one in the saucer, to eat. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Quite a relief to shake off the gentlemen, isn't it ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 Do you think so, Aunt ?
 
 50 DANDY DICK 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Oh, 1 don't think so. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 H'm I Now I understand why my foot was always 
 in the way under the dinner-table. 
 
 [She holds out two cups, which tJie girls take 
 from her. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 I thought the dinner was an overwhelming success. 
 
 * 
 SHEBA. 
 
 All our dinners are at the Deanery. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Awfully jolly. Mutton was overdona. 
 
 SALOME. 
 That's our new cook's one failing. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 But the potatoes weren't they rattled. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Cook never can manage potatoes. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 What was wrong with the custards ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 Well, it was cook's first attempt at custards.
 
 DANDY DICK 51 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 However, they served one useful end. Now wo 
 know the chimney wants sweeping. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 But it was a frightfully jolly dinner take it all 
 round. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Yes, take it all round. One has to take things all 
 round. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 What made us all so sad and silent taking us all 
 round ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Dear Papa was as lively as an owl with neuralgia. 
 
 GEOEGIANA. 
 Major Tarver isn't a conversational cracker. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Gerald Tarver has no liver to speak of . 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 He might have spoken about his lungs or some* 
 thing, to cheer us up. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 I fancy Mr. Darbey was about to make a witty 
 remark once. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Yes, and then the servant handed him a dish and 
 he shied at it. So we lost that.
 
 52 DANDY DICK 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Still, we ought to congratulate ourselves upon a 
 upon a 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Upon a upon a 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Upon a frightfully jolly dinner. [Taking her betting- 
 book from her pocket.] Excuse me, girls. I've some 
 figures to work out. If Dandy Dick hasn't fed better 
 at the " Swan " than we have at the Deanery, he * 
 won't be in the first three. [Reckoning.] Let me see. 
 
 SALOME. 
 [To SHEBA.] All's settled, Sheba, isn't it ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [To SALOME.] Yes everything. Directly the house 
 is silent we let ourselves out at the front door. 
 
 SALOME. 
 How do we get in again ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 By this window. It has a patent safety fastening, 
 so it can be opened with a hairpin. 
 
 SALOME. 
 We're courageous girls, aren't we ?
 
 DANDY DICK 53 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Yes, I don't consider we're ordinary young ladies, 
 at all. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 If we had known Aunt a little longer we might 
 have confided in her and taken her with us. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Poor Aunt we mustn't spoil her. 
 
 DARBEY 
 
 [Speaking outside.] I venture to differ with you, 
 my dear Dean. 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 Here come the wax- works ! 
 
 She joins the girls as DARBEY enters through the 
 library, patronising THE DEAN, who accompanies 
 him. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Haw ! I've just been putting the Dean right about 
 
 a little army question, Mrs. Mrs. I can't catch 
 
 your name. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Don't try you'd come out in spots, like measles. 
 
 [DARBEY stands by her, blankly, then attempts 
 a conversation. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [To SALOME and SHEBA.] Children, it is useless to 
 battle against it much longer.
 
 54 DANDY DICK 
 
 SALOME. 
 Against what, Papa ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 A feeling of positive distaste for Mr. Darbey. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Oh, Papsey think what Wellington was at his 
 age. 
 
 MAJOR TAEVER enters, pale and haggard. 
 SALOME meets him. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Major I 
 
 TARVER. 
 [With a gasp.] Oh! 
 
 SALOME. 
 Nofc well again ? 
 
 TARVER. 
 Indigestion. I'm always like this after dinner. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 But what would you do if the trumpet summoned 
 you to battle ? 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 Oh, I suppose I should pack up a few charcoal 
 biscuits and toddle out, you know. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 \To DARBEY.] I've never studied the Army Guide,
 
 DANDY DICK 55 
 
 DABBEY. 
 You're thinking of 
 
 GEOBGIANA. 
 
 The Turf Guide beg pardon. I mean, the army 
 keeps a string of trained nurses, doesn't it 2 
 
 DABBEY. 
 There are army nurses. 
 
 GEOEGIANA. 
 
 Certainly. I was wondering whether your Colonel 
 will send one with a perambulator to fetch you at 
 about half -past eight. 
 
 [She leaves DABBEY and goes to THE DEAN. 
 SHEBA joins DABBEY at the piano. 
 
 GEOBQIANA. 
 Well, Gus, my boy, you seem out of condition. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I'm rather anxious for the post to bring to-day's 
 " Times." You know I've offered a thousand pounds 
 to our Restoration Fund. 
 
 GEOBGIANA. 
 What! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Hush I'll tell you. 
 
 [They talk in undertones. BLOBE enters to 
 remove the tea-tray.
 
 $6 DANDY DICK 
 
 TAHVER. 
 
 [Jumping up excitedly to SALOME.] Eh ? Oh, cer- 
 tainly delighted ! [Singing to himself.] " Come into 
 the garden, Maud, for the black bat " 
 
 SALOME. 
 Now you're yourself again. 
 
 TAKVER. 
 
 I'm always dreadfully excited when I'm asked to 
 sing. It's as good as a carbonate of soda lozenge to 
 me, to be asked to sing. [To BLORE.] My music is in 
 my overcoat pocket. [BLORE crosses to the door 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 And Mr. Darbey has brought his violin. 
 
 i 
 TARVER. 
 
 [In a rage, glaring at DARBEY.] Hah ! There now ' 
 
 DARBEY. 
 [To BLORE.] You'll find it in the hall. 
 
 [BLORE goes out. THE DEAN dozes in a chair. 
 SALOME and SIIEBA talk to GEORGIANA at 
 the table. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [To himself.] He always presumes with his con- 
 founded fiddle when I'm going to entertain. He 
 knows that his fiddle's never hoarse and that I am, 
 sometimes.
 
 DANDY DICK 57 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [To himself.] Tarver always, tries to cut me out 
 with his elderly chest C. He ought to put it on the 
 Retired List. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 I'll sing him off his legs to-night I'm in lovely 
 voice. [lie walks into the library and is heard, try- 
 ing his voice, singing " Come into the 
 garden, Maud" 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [To himself.] He needn't bother himself While he 
 was dozing in the carriage I threw his music out of 
 the window. 
 
 TARVER re-enters triumphantly. 
 
 BLORE re-enters, carrying a violin-case and a leather 
 music roll. DARBEY takes the violin-case, opens it, 
 and produces his violin and music. BLORE hands 
 the music roll to TARVER and goes out. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [To SALOME, trembling with excitement.] My tones 
 are like a beautiful bell this evening. I'm so glad, 
 for all our sakes. [As he takes the leather music roll 
 from BLORE.] Thank you, that's it. 
 
 SALOME. 
 "What will you begin with ? 
 
 TARVER. 
 " Come into the garden, Maud." I've begun with
 
 58 DANDY DICK 
 
 " Come into the garden, Maud " for years and years. 
 fHe opens the music roll it is empty.] Oh ! Miss Jedtl, 
 I've forgotten my music 1 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA. 
 Oh 1 Major Tarver I 
 
 [TAEVEK wiih a, groan of despair sinks on to 
 the settee. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Never mind Mr. Darbey will play. 
 
 DAUBEY. 
 [Tuning his violin.] Will you accompany me ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Raising her eyes.] To the end of the world. 
 
 [She sits at the piano. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 My mother says that my bowing is something like 
 Joachim's, and she ought to know. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Why? 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Oh, because she's heard Joachim. 
 
 [DARBEY plays and SHEBA accompanies him. 
 SALOME sits beside TARVER. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [To herself.] Well, after all, George, my boy, you're 
 not stabled in such a bad box 1 Here is a regular 
 pure, simple, English Evening at Home 1
 
 DANDY DICK 59 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Mumbling to himself '.] A thousand pounds to the 
 Restoration Fund and all those bills to settle oh 
 dear 1 oh dear 1 What shall I do ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [To herself.] I hope my ball dress will drive all the 
 other women mad ! 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 \_To himself glaring at DARBEY.] I feel I should 
 like to garrote him with his bass string. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Frowning at her betting -book .] I think I shall hedge 
 a bit over the Crumbleigh Stakes. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [As he plays, glancing at TARVER.] I wonder how 
 old Tarver's chest C likes a holiday. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [As she plays.] We must get Pa to bed early. Dear 
 Papa's always so dreadfully in the way^. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Looking round] No there's nothing like it in 
 any other country. A regular, pure, simple, English 
 Evening at Home ! 
 
 BLORE enters quickly, cutting " The Times" 
 with a paper knife as he enters. 
 
 BLORE. 
 The paper's just arrived. 
 
 [The music stops abruptly all the ladies 
 glare at BLORE and hush him down.
 
 60 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEOEGIANA, SALOME, and SHEBA. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Taking the paper from BLORE.] This is my fault 
 there may be something in " The Times " of special 
 interest to me. Thank you, Blore. 
 
 [BLORE goes out. 
 TARVER. 
 
 Ha, ha, ha ! spoilt his pianissimo ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Scanning the paper.] Oh ! I can't believe it 1 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 What's the matter ? 
 
 SALOME and SIIEBA. 
 Papa! 
 
 . TARVER and DARBET. 
 The Dean 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Children ! Qeorgiana ! Friends ! My munificent 
 offer has produced the desired result. 
 
 SALOME AND SUEBA. 
 Oh! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Seven wealthy people, including three brewers, have 
 come forward with a thousand pounds apiece in aid 
 of the restoration of the Minster spire ! 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA. 
 [Horrified] Ah !
 
 DANDY DICK 6l 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 That means a cool thousand out of your pocket, 
 Gus. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Yes. [Reading.] " The anxiety to which the Dean 
 of St. Marvells has so long been a victim will now 
 doubtless be relieved." [With his hand to his head.} I 
 suppose I shall feel the relief to-morrow. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 What's wrong with the spire ? Nobody sleeps 
 in it? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 It is & little out of repair but hardly sufficiently 
 so to warrant the presumptuous interference of three 
 brewers. Excuse me, I think I'll enjoy the fresh air 
 for a moment. [He goes to the window and draws back 
 the curtains a bright red glare is seen in the sky.} 
 Bless me ! Look there ! 
 
 GEORGIANA, SALOME, and SHEBA. 
 Oh! what's that! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 It's a conflagration ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 [Clinging to TARVER.] Where is it ? Are we safe ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Clinging to DARBEY.] Where is it? Are we 
 safe!
 
 6z DANDY DICK 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Where is it ? - * 
 
 BLOKE enters with a scared look. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [To BLORE.] Where is it ? 
 
 ALL. 
 Where is it ? 
 
 BLOKE. 
 The old " Swan " inn's a-fire ! 
 
 [The gate-bell is heard ringing violently in the 
 distance. BLOKE goes out. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Uttering aloud screech.] The "Swan" inn! [Madly.] 
 You girls, get me a hat and coat. Somebody fetch 
 me a pair of boots ! 
 
 [SALOME, SHEBA, AND TARVER, go to the 
 window. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Georgiana ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Don't talk to me ! [To TARVER.] Lend me your 
 boots! 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 I daren't. If I once get cold extremities 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Ah" 
 
 [She is going, THE DEAN stops Jur
 
 DANDY DICK 63 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Respect yourself, Georgiana where are you going ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Going ! I'm going to help clear the stables at the 
 " Swan ! " 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Remember what you are my sister a lady ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 I'm not. George Tidd's a man, every inch of her ! 
 [SiR TRISTRAM rushes in breathlessly. GEORGIANA rushes 
 at him and dutches his coat.] Tris Mardon, speak ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 [Exhausted.] Oh! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 The horse ? The horse ! You've got him out ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Yes, safe and sound. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Safe and sound ! That old horse has backed him- 
 self 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.
 
 64 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 The less weight for him to carry to-morrow. 
 [Beginning to cry.] Dear old Dandy, he never way 
 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. 
 
 GEORGIANS 
 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 dis- 
 tractedly 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 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Madwoman ! What- are you going to do ^
 
 DANDY DICK 65 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Bring Dandy Dick into our stables 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 No, no 1 
 
 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 I 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Oh, Dean, Dean, I'm ashamed of you 1 
 
 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, 
 
 1C
 
 66 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 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, TAKVEB, DAEBEY 
 and SHEBA come from the window. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 They're getting the flames under. If I had had 
 my goloshes with me I should have been here, there, 
 and everywhere. 
 
 DAEBEY. 
 
 Where there's a crowd of civilians the military 
 exercise a wise discretion in restraining themselves. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [To TARVEE and DARBEY.] You had better go now ; 
 then we'll get the house quiet as soon as possible. 
 Poor Papa looks worried. 
 
 SHEBA and SALOME. 
 Poor Papa ! 
 
 TARVEB. 
 We will wait with the carriage in the lane. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Yes, yes. [Calling.] Papa, Major Tarver and Mr. 
 Darbey must go. 
 
 [She rinys the bell. THE DEAN comee frum 
 the Library.
 
 DANDY DICK 67 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Dear me, I'm very remiss ! 
 
 TARVER. 
 [Shaking hands.] Most fascinating evening ! 
 
 DARBEY. 
 [Shaking hands.] Charming, my dear Dean. 
 
 BLORE enters. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Major Tarver's carriage. 
 
 BLORE. 
 Hat the gate, Miss Salome. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Don't risk the cold, Papa. 
 
 [BLORE goes out, followed by SHEBA, SALOME, 
 and TARVER. DARBEY is going, when he 
 returns to THE DEAN. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 By-the-bye, my dear Dean come over and see me. 
 We ought to know more of each other. Say Mon- 
 day. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Restraining his anger.] I will not say Monday ! 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Any time you like. Oh and I say let me know 
 when you preach, and I'll get some of our fellows to 
 give their patronage I [He goes out
 
 68 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Closing the door after him with a bang.] Another 
 moment another moment and I fear I should have 
 been violently rude to him, a guest under my roof ! 
 [He walks up to the fireplace and stands looking into 
 the fire, as DARBEY, having forgotten his violin, returns 
 to the room.] Oh, Blore, now understand me, if that 
 Mr. Darbey ever again presumes to present himself 
 at the Deanery I will not see him ! 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [fFitfA his violin in his hand, haughtily.] I've come 
 back for my violin. [Goes out with dignity. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Horrified.] Oh, Mr. Darbey ! Hear an explana- 
 tion, Mr. Darbey ! [He runs out after DARBEY. 
 
 GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM enter by the window. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Don't be down, Tris, my boy ; cheer up, lad, he'll 
 be fit yet, bar a chill ! Aha ! he knew me, he knew 
 me when I kissed his dear old nose ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 He'd be a fool of a horse if he hadn't felt deuced 
 flattered at that. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 He's no fool. He knows he's in the Deanery too. 
 Did you see him cast up his eyes and lay his ears 
 back when I led him in ?
 
 DANDY DICK 69 
 
 Sm TRISTRAM. 
 Oh, George, George, it's such a pity about his tail ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Cheerily.] Not it. You watch his head to-morrow 
 that'll come in first. 
 
 [HATCHAM, a groom, looks in at the window 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 Are you there, sir ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 What is it? 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 I jest run round to tell you that Dandy is a feedin' 
 as steady as a baby with a bottle. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Don't you close your eyes all night. 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 Not me, mum. And I've got hold of the constable 
 'ere, Mr. Topping he's going to sit up with me, for 
 company's sake. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 The constable? 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 Yes, Sir Tristram. [Coming forward mysteriously,] 
 Why, bless you and the lady, sir supposin' the fire 
 at the " Swan " warn't no accident !
 
 7 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEOEGIANA. 
 Eh? 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 Supposin' it were inciderism and supposin' our 
 'orse was the hobject. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Good gracious ! 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 That's why I ain't goin' to watch single-handed. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Get back then get back ! 
 
 [SIR TRISTRAM and GEORGIANA pace up and 
 down excitedly. 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 Right, sir. There's only one mortal fear I've got 
 about our Dandy. 
 
 GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM. 
 What's that? 
 
 HATCIIAM. 
 
 He 'asn't found out about 'is tail yet, sir, and wheu 
 ho does it'll fret him, as sure as my name's Bob 
 Hatcham. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Keep the stable pitch dark he mayn't notice it. 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 Not to-night, sir, but he's a proud 'orse and what'll 
 he think of 'isself on the 'ill to-morrow ? You and me,
 
 DANDY DICK 7' 
 
 and the lady, sir it 'ud bo different with us, but 
 how's our Dandy to hide his bereavement ? 
 
 | TlATCiiAM goes out of the window with SIR TRISTRAM 
 as THE DEAN enters followed by BLORE, who 
 carries a lighted lantern. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Looking reproachfully at GEOROIANA.] You have 
 returned, Georgiana ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Yes, thank ye. 
 
 TUB DEAN. 
 And that animal ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 In our stables, safe and snug. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [With a groan.] Oh ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 You can sleep to-night with the happy consciousness 
 of having sheltered the outcast. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 We're locking up now. The poor children, ex- 
 hausted with the alarm, beg me to say good-night for 
 them. The fire is quite extinguished. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Yes, sir, but I hear they've just sent into Durn- 
 stone hasking for the military to watch the ruins in
 
 72 DANDY DICK 
 
 case of another houtbreak. It'll stop the wicked Ball 
 at the Hathanseum, it will ! 
 
 [Drawing the window curtains. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Having re-entercd.\ I suppose you want to see the 
 last of me, Jedd. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Mardon I 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Don't be unkind, Tris. Where shall wo stow the 
 dear old chap, Gus, my boy ? 
 
 THE DEAX. 
 
 Where shall we stow the dear old chap ! I really 
 don't know. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Let mo see. We don't want to pitch you out of 
 your loft if we can help it, Gus. 
 
 SIB TRISTRAM. 
 No, no we won't do that. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Don't consider me in this manner. But there's 
 Sheba's little cot still standing in the old nursery. 
 
 SIB TRISTRAM. 
 Just the thing for me the old nursery. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 The old nursery. Toys to play with if you wake 
 early.
 
 DANDY DICK 73 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Looking round.] Is there anyone else before we 
 lock up ? 
 
 [BLORE has fastened the window and drawn 
 the curtain. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Put Sir Tristram to bed carefully in the nursery, 
 Blore. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Grasping THE DEAN'S hand.] Good-night, old boy. 
 I'm too done for a hand of piquet to-night. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I never play cards. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Slapping him on the back.] I'll teach you during 
 my stay at the Deanery. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Helplessly to himself.] Then he's staying with me 1 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Good-night, George. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Good-night, partner. Heaven bless the little inno- 
 cent in his cot. [SiR TRISTRAM goes out with BLORE. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Calling after him.] Tris ! You may take your 
 pipe up with you. We smoke all over the Deanery. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [To himself.] I never smoke ! Does she 1
 
 7 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Closes the door, humming a tune merrily.] Tra la, 
 tra la ! Now, Mr. Tidd, we'll toddle. Tra la ! tra 
 la ! [She stops, looking at THE DEAN, who is muttering 
 to himself.] Gus, I don't like your looks, I shall let 
 the Vet see you in the morning. What's wrong with 
 you? 
 
 [TiiE DEAN shakes his head mournfully, and 
 sinks on to the settee. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Money ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 There are bills, which, at a more convenient time, 
 it will bo my grateful duty to discharge. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 And you're short ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Short? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Stumped out of coin run low. What 11 square 
 the bills ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Very little would settle the bills but but 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 I know the spire. Why, Gus, you haven't got 
 that thousand. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 There is a very large number of estimable worthy 
 men who do not possess a thousand pounds. With
 
 DANDY DICK 75 
 
 that number I have the mournful pleasure of enrol- 
 ling myself. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 When's the settling day ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Eh? 
 
 GEOKGIANA. 
 
 When will you have to fork out ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Unless the restoration is immediately commenced 
 the spire will certainly crumble. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Then it's a match between you and the spire 
 which parts first. Gus, will you let your little sister 
 lend you a hand ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My dear Georgiana, impossible I 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 No, no not out of my own pocket. Come here. 
 [She takes his arm and whispers in his ear.] Can you 
 squeeze a pair of ponies ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Can I what ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Can you raise fifty pounds ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Certainly. More than fifty pounds.
 
 7 6 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 No no, don't be rash ! That's tho worst of you 
 beginners. Only fifty by to-morrow morning. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Most assuredly. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Very well then clap it on to Dandy-Dick 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [With horror.] What! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 He's a certainty if those two buckets of water 
 haven't put him off it ! He's a moral if he doesn't 
 think of his tail coming down the hill. There's 
 nothing like him at the weight. Keep it dark, Gus 
 don't breathe a word to any of your Canons or 
 Archdeacons or they'll rush at it and shorten the price 
 for us. Go in, Gus, my boy take your poor widowed 
 sister's tip and sleep as peacefully as a blessed baby ! 
 
 [She presses him warmly to her and kisses him. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Extricating himself.'} Oh ! Mrs. Tidman ! Go to 
 your room ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Augustin ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 In the morning I will endeavour to frame some 
 verbal expression of the horror with which I regard 
 your proposal. For the present, you are my parents' 
 child and I trust your bed is well aire4,
 
 DANDY D1CR 77 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Oh, very well, Augustan. I've done all / can for 
 the spire. Bon soir, old boy ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Good night. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 If you're wiser in the morning just send Blore on 
 to the course and he'll put the money on for you. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Blore ! My poor devoted old servant would be lost 
 on a race-course. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Would he ! He* was quite at home in Tattersall's 
 Ring when I was at St. Marvells last summer. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Blore ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Blore. I recognised the veteran sportsman the 
 moment I came into the Deanery. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 What was my butler doing at St. Marvells Races ? 
 
 BLORE enters with his lantern. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Investing the savings of your cook and housemaid, 
 of course. You don't think your servants are as 
 narrow as you are 1
 
 78 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Oh! 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 I beg your pardon, sir, shall I go the rounds, sir ? 
 [THE DEAN gives BLORE a fierce look, but 
 BLOKE beams sweetly. 
 
 GEORGIANA 
 Blorei 
 
 BLORE. 
 Mum? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Breakfast at nine, sharp. And pack a hamper 
 with a cold chicken, some French rolls, and two 
 bottles of Heidsieck label it "George Tidd," and 
 send it on to the Hill. I'll stand the racket. Good 
 night. [She goes out. THE DEAN sinks into a chair 
 and clasps his forehead. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 A dear, 'igh-sperited lady. [Leaning over THE DEAN.) 
 Aren't you well, sir ? 
 
 THE I KAN. 
 Serpent ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 Meanin' me, sir ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Lock up ; I'll speak to you in the morning. Lock 
 up. f BLORE goes into the library, tunis out the lamp there, 
 and disappears.] What dreadful wave threatens to
 
 DANDY DICK 79 
 
 engulf the Deanery ! What has come to us in a few fatal 
 hours ! A horse of sporting tendencies contaminating 
 my stables, his equally vicious owner nestling in the 
 nursery and my own widowed sister, in all pro- 
 bability, smoking a cigarette at her bedroom window 
 with her feet on the window ledge ! [Listening.] 
 What's that ? [He peers through the window curtains.] 
 I thought I heard footsteps in the garden. I can see 
 nothing only the old spire standing out against the 
 threatening sky. [Leaving the window shudderingly.] 
 The spire ! My principal creditor ! My principal 
 creditor, the most conspicuous object in the city ! 
 
 BLOKE re-enters with his lantern, carrying some 
 bank-ncte* in his hand. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [Laying the notes on the table.] I found these, sir, 
 on your dressing-table they're bank-notes, sir. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Taking the notes] Thank you. I placed them 
 there to be sent to the Bank to-morrow. [Counting 
 the notes,] Ten ten twenty five-^-five, fifty. Fifty 
 pounds ! The very sum Georgiana urged me to oh ! 
 [To BLORE, waving him away?] Leave me go to bed 
 go to bed go to bed ! [BLORE is going] Blore ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 Sir. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 What made you tempt me with thefie at such a 
 moment ?
 
 8o DANDY D1CR 
 
 BLOKE. 
 
 Tempt you, sir ! The window was hopen and I 
 feared they might blow away. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Catching him by the coat collar.] Man, what were 
 you doing at St. Marvells Races last summer ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [JFifA a cry, falling on his knee*.] Oh, sir ! Oh, sir ! 
 I knew that 'igh-sperited lady would bring grief and 
 sorrow to the peaceful, 'appy Deanery ! Oh, sir, I 
 'ave done a little on my hown account from time to 
 time on the 'ill, halso hon commission for the kitchen 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I knew it I knew it ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Oh, sir, you are a old gentleman turn a charitable 
 'art to the races ! It's a wicious institution what 
 spends more ready money in St. Marvells than us 
 good people do in a year. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Get up, Blore get up. Oh, Edward Blore, Ed- 
 ward Blore, what weak creatures wo are ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 We are, sir we are 'specially when we've got a 
 tip, sir. Think of the temptation of a tip, sir. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I do, Blore I do.
 
 DANDY DICK 81 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 I confess heverything, sir. Bonny Betsy's bound 
 for to win the 'andicap. 
 
 THE DEAN, 
 No, no she isn't. 
 
 BLORE. 
 She is, sir. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I know better ; she can never got down the hill 
 with those legs of hers. 
 
 BLOKE. 
 She can, sir what's to beat her ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 The horse in my stable Dandy Dick ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Dandy Dick! That old bit of ma'ogany, sir. 
 They're lay in' ten to one against him. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [With hysterical eagerness.] Are they ? I'll take it ! 
 I'll take it ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 Lord love you, sir fur how much ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Fifty ! There's the money. [Impulsively he crams 
 the notes into BLORE'S hand and then recoils in horror, ,] 
 Oh ! [Sinks into a chair with a groan.
 
 82 DANDY DICK 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [In a whisper.'] Lor', who'd 'ave thought the Dean 
 was such a ardent sportsman at 'art ? He dursn't 
 give me my notice after this. [To THE DEAN.] Of 
 course it's understood, sir, that we keep our little 
 weaknesses dark. Houtwardly, sir, we remain re- 
 spectable, and, I 'ope, respected. [Putting the notes 
 into his pocket.] I wish you good-night, sir. [lie icalks 
 to the door ; THE DEAN makes an effort to recall him but 
 fails] And that old man 'as been my pattern and 
 example for years and years ! Oh, Edward Blore, 
 your hidol is shattered ! [Turning to THE DEAN.] 
 Good-night, sir. May your dreams be calm and 
 'appy, and may you have a good run for your money ! 
 
 [BLORE goas out THE DEAN gradually re- 
 covers his self-possession. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I I am upset to-night, Blore. Of course you leave 
 this day month. I I [looking round] Blore ! He's 
 gone ! If I don't call him back the spire may be 
 richer to-morrow by five hundred pounds. I won't 
 dwell on it. I'll read I'll read. [Snatches a book 
 at haphazard from the bookshelf. There is the sound 
 of falling rain and distant thunder.] Rain, thunder. 
 How it assimilates with the tempest of my mind I 
 I'll read. Bless me ! This is very strange. [Read- 
 ing.] " The Horse and its Ailments, by John Cox, 
 M.R.C.V.S." It was with the aid of this volume that 
 I used to doctor my old mare at Oxford. A leaf 
 turned down. [Reading.] " Simple remedies for 
 chills the Bolus. The helpless beast in my stable 
 is suffering from a chill. Good gracious ! If I allow
 
 DANDY DICK 83 
 
 Blore to risk my fifty pounds on Dandy DKU, surely 
 it would be advisable to administer this bcius to the 
 poor animal without delay. [Referring to he book 
 hastily.] I have these drugs in my chest. There's not 
 a moment to be lost ! [Going to the bell and ringing.] 
 1 shall want help. I'll fetch my medicine chest. 
 
 [He lays the book upon the table and goes into 
 the Library. 
 
 BLORE enters. 
 BLORE. 
 
 [Looking round] Where is he ? The bell rang. 
 The Dean's puzzling me with his uncommon behaviour, 
 that he is. 
 
 [TnE DEAN comes from the Library, carrying 
 a large medicine chest. On encountering 
 BLORE he starts and turns away his head, 
 the picture of guilt. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Blore, I feel it would be a humane act to administer 
 to the poor ignorant animal in my stable a simple 
 bolus as a precaution against chill. I rely upon your 
 aid and discretion in ministering to any guest in the 
 Deanery. 
 
 BLOR& 
 
 [In a whiter.] I see, sir you ain't going to lose 
 half a chance for to-morrow, sir you're a knowhr 7 
 one, sir, as the sayin' goes ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Shrinking from BLORE with a groan.] Oh ! [He 
 places the medicine chest on the table qnd tak&siip $&
 
 8 4 DANDY DICK 
 
 book. Handing the book to BLORE with his finger on a 
 page.] Fetch these humble but necessary articles 
 from the kitchen quick. I'll mix the bolus here. 
 [BLORE goes out quickly.] It is exactly seven-and- 
 twenty years since I last approached a horse medically. 
 [He takes off his coat and lays it on a chair, then rolls 
 his shirt-sleeves up above his elbows and puts on his 
 glasses.] I trust that this bolus will not give the 
 animal an unfair advantage over his competitors. I 
 don't desire that ! I don't desire that 1 [BLORE re- 
 enters carrying a tray, on which are a small flour- 
 barrel and rolling-pin, a white china basin, a carafe 
 of "water, a napkin, and tl.e book. THE DEAN recoils, 
 then guiltily takes the tray from BLORE and puts it on 
 the table.] Thank you. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [Holding on to the window curtain and watching 
 THE DEAN.] His eyes is awful ; I don't seem to know 
 the 'appy Deanery when I see such proceedings 
 a'goin' on at the dead of night. * 
 
 [There is a heavy roll of thunder THE DEAN 
 mixes a pudding and stirs it with the 
 rolling-pin. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 The old half -forgotten time returns to me. I am 
 once again a promising youth at college. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [To himself.] One would think by his looks that h<? 
 was goin' to poison his family instead of Poison I 
 Poison ! Oh, if hanything serious 'appened to the
 
 DAMDY DICK 85 
 
 hanimal in our stable there would be nothing in the 
 way of Bonny-Betsy, the deservin' 'orse I've trusted 
 with my 'ard earned savings ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I am walking once again in the old streets at 
 Oxford avoiding the shops where I owe my youthful 
 bills. Bills! 
 
 [He pounds away vigorously with the rolling-pin. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [To himself.] Where's the stuff I got a month ago 
 to destroy the hold black retriever that fell hill ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Bills ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 The dog died the poison's in my pantry it 
 couldn't have got used for cooking purposes. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I see the broad meadows and the tall Spire of the 
 college the Spire ! Oh, my whole life seems made 
 up of Bills and Spires ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 [To himself.] I'll do it ! I'll do it ! 
 
 [Unseen by THE DEAN he quickly and quietly 
 steals out by the door. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Whei'e are the drugs the drugs ? [Opening the 
 medicine chest and bending down over the bottles, he
 
 86 DANDY DICK 
 
 pours some drops from a bottle into the basin.] 
 
 [Counting.] Three four five six. [lie replaces the 
 
 bottle and takes another] How fortunate some animals 
 
 are ! [Counting.] One two three, four. It's done ! 
 
 [Taking up the medicine chest he goes with it 
 
 into the Library. 
 
 As he disappears BLORE re-enters stealthily fingering 
 a small paper packet. 
 
 BLOIIE. 
 
 [In a whisper.] Strychnine ! [There is a heavy roll 
 of thunder BLOIIE darts to the table, empties the con- 
 tents of the packet into the basin, and stirs vigorously 
 with the rolling-pin] I've cooked Dandy Dick ! I'vo 
 cooked Dandy Dick ! [He moves from the table in 
 horror.] Oh ! I'm only a hamatoor sportsman and I 
 can't afford a uncertainty. [As THE DEAN returns, 
 BLOIIE starts up guiltily.] Can I help you any more, 
 sir? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 No, remove these dreadful things, and don't let mo 
 see you again to-night 1 
 
 [Sits with the basin on his knees, and pro- 
 ceeds to roll the paste. 
 
 BLOKE. 
 
 [Removing the tray.] It's only an 'orse it's only an 
 'orso ! But after to-morrow I'll retire from the Turf, 
 if only to reclaim 'im. [lie goes out,. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Putting on his coat] I don't contemplate my hu- 
 mane task with resignation. The stable is small, and
 
 DANDY DICK 87 
 
 if the animal is restive we shall be cramped for room. 
 [The rain is heard.] I shall get a chill, too. [Seeing 
 SIR THISTRAM'S coat and cap lying upon t\e settee.] I 
 am sure Mardon will lend me this gladly. [J'ut- 
 ting on the coat, which completely envelops him.] The 
 animal may recognise the garment, and receive me 
 with kindly feeling. [Putting on the sealskin cap, which 
 almost conceals his face.] Ugh ! why do I feel that 
 dreadful sinking at the heart ? [Taking the basin and 
 turning out the lamp] Oh ! if all followers of the 
 veterinary science are as truly wretched as I am, ^vhat 
 a ro')le band they must be ! 
 
 [The thunder rolls as he goes through the window cur- 
 tains. SIR TRISTRAM then enters quietly, smoking, 
 and carrying a lighted candle. 
 
 SIR TRISTKAM. 
 
 All right; fire still burning. [Blowing out the 
 candled] I shall doze here till daybreak. What a 
 night ! I never thought there was so much thunder 
 in these small country places. 
 
 [GEOKGIANA, looking pale and agitated, and wearing a 
 dressing-gown, enters quickly, carrying an umbrella 
 and a lighted candle. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Which is the nearer way -to the stable ? I must 
 satisfy myself I must I must ! [Going to the door, 
 
 SIR TUISTRAM. 
 [Rising suddenly.] Hullo ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 [Shrieks with fright.] Ah !
 
 88 DANDY DICK 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Hush! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 \IIolding out her umbrella.] Stand where you are or 
 I'll fire ! [Recognising SIR TRISTRAM.] Tris ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Why, George ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Oh, Tris, I've been dreaming ! [Falling helplessly 
 against SIR TRISTRAM, who deposits her in a chair] 
 Oh ! oh 1 oh ! Don't look at me ! I'm overtrained. 
 I shall be on my legs again in a minute. 
 
 \She opens her umbrella and hides herself be- 
 hind it sobbing violently. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Standing over the umbrella in f/reat concern] My 
 goodness ! George, whatever shall I do ? Shall I 
 trot you up and down outside ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Be quiet ! [Sobbing] What are you fooling about 
 hero for ? Why can't you lie quietly in your cot ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Confound that cot ! Why, it wouldn't hold my 
 photogi-aph. Where are you going ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Into the stable to sit with Dandy. The thunder's 
 awful in my room ; when it gets tired it seems to sit
 
 DANDY DICK. 89 
 
 down on my particular bit of roof. I did doze once, 
 and then I had a frightful dream. I dreamt that 
 Dandy had sold himself to a circus, and that they 
 were hooting him because he had lost his tail. There's 
 an omen 1 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Don't, don't be a man, George, be a man ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Shutting her umbrella.] I know I'm dreadfully 
 effeminate. There Tidd's himself again I 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Bravo ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Ah Tris, don't think me soft, old man. I'm a 
 lonely, unlucky woman, and the tail end of this horse 
 is all that's left me in the worH to love and to 
 cling to 1 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 N"o, by Jove ! I'm not such a mean cur as that ! 
 Swop halves and take his head, George, my boy. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Not I ! I'm like a doating mother to my share of 
 Dandy, and it's all the dearer because it's an invalid. 
 I'm off. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Come along ! [Turning towards the window, she 
 follotving him, he suddenly stops and looks at her, and 
 seizes her hand.] George, I never guessed that you 
 were so tender-hearted.
 
 $0 DANDY DICK. 
 
 GEOUGIANA. 
 Well, I'm not. 
 
 SIB TRISTUAM. 
 
 And you've robbed me to-night of an eld friend 
 a pal. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 I what d'ye mean ? 
 
 Sm TRISTRAM. 
 
 I mean that I seem to have dropped the acquaint- 
 ance of George Tidd, Esquire, for ever. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Tris no. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 I have but I've got an introduction to his twin- 
 sister, Georgiana ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Snatching her hand away angrily,] Stay where you 
 are ; I'll nurse my half alone, [She goes towards the 
 window, then starts back.] Hush ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 What's the matter ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Didn't you hear something ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Where ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 [Pointing to tJie window.] There.
 
 DANDY DICK 91 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Peeping through the curtains^] You're right. Some- 
 people moving about the garden. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Tris ! The horse ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 They're not near the stables. They're coming in 
 here. Hush ! We'll clear out and watch ! 
 [SiR TRISTRAM takes the candlestick and they go out, 
 leaving the room in darkness. The curtains at the 
 window are pushed aside, and SALOME and SHEBA 
 enter; both in their fancy dresses. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [In a rage lighting the candles on the mantelpiece. \ 
 Oh ! oh ! oh ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Oh ! oh ! No ball after all ! 
 SALOME. 
 If we only had a brother to avenge us ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 I shall try and borrow a brother to-uiorrow ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 Cold, wretched, splashed, in debt for nothing ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 To think that we've had all the inconvenience of 
 being wicked and rebellious and have only half 
 done it 1
 
 9* DANDY DICK 
 
 SALOME. 
 This comes of stooping to the Military ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 It serves us right we've been trained for clergy- 
 men's wives. I hate Nugent Darbey, I hope ho may 
 grow bald early ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Gerald Tarver's nose is inclined to pink may it 
 deepen and deepen till it frightens cows ! 
 
 [Voices are heard from the curtained window recess. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [Outside.] Miss Jedd Sheba ! 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [Outside.] Pray hear two wretched men! Miss 
 Jedd! 
 
 SALOME. 
 [In a whisper.] There they are. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Shall we grant them a dignified interview ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 Yes. Curl your lip, Sheba. 
 
 SUEBA. 
 
 You curl your lip better than I I'll dilate my 
 nostrils. 
 
 [SALOME draws aside t/ie curtain, TARVER and DARBEY 
 enter. They are both very badly and shabbily 
 dressed as Cavaliers.
 
 DANDY DICK 93 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 [A most miserable object,carrying a carriage umbrella.} 
 Oh, don't reproach us, Miss Jedd. It isn't our fault 
 that the Military were summoned to St. Marvells. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 You don't blame officers and gentlemen for respond- 
 ing to the sacred call of duty ? 
 
 SIIEBA. 
 
 We blame officers for subjecting two motherless 
 girls to the shock of alighting at the Durnstone Athe- 
 naeum to find a notice on the front door: "Ball 
 knocked on the head Vivat Regina." 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 We blame gentlemen for inflicting upon us the un- 
 speakable agony of being jeered at by boys. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 I took the address of the boy who suggested that 
 we should call again on the fifth of November. It is 
 on the back of your admission card. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Everything will be done. We shall both wait on 
 the boy's mother for an explanation. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 Oh, smile on us once again, Miss Jedd a forced, 
 hollow smile, if you will only smile. Salome ! 
 
 GEORGIAXA enters. 
 
 GEORGIANS,. 
 Salome ! Sheba !
 
 94 DANDY DICK 
 
 SALOME and SIIEBA. 
 Aunt ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 You bad girls ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 [Weeping.] No, Aunt, no 1 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Not bad, Aunt trustful and confiding. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Advancing to TARVER.] How dare you encourage 
 these two simple children to enjoy themselves How * 
 dare you take them out without their Aunt 1 Do 
 you think / can't keep a thing quiet ? 
 
 SlIEBA. 
 
 They didn't even ask Papa's permission I 
 
 SALOME. 
 Poor Papa ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Poor, dear Papa ! 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 
 [Shaking TARVER.] I'm speaking to you Field- 
 Martshal. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 Madam, you are addressing an invalid. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 We shall be happy to receive your representative 
 in the morning. At present we are on duty.
 
 DANDY DICK 95 
 
 TARVEB. 
 On heavy duty. 
 
 DARBEY 
 
 Guarding the rums of the "S\van" Inn. You 
 mustn't distract our attention. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Guarding the ruins of the " Swan," are you 
 [Calling.] Tris ! Sir Tristram ! [SiR TRISTRAM 
 appears.] Tris, I'm a feeble woman, but I hope I've a 
 keen sen?e of right and wrong. Run these outsiders 
 into the road, and let them guard their own ruins. 
 
 [SALOME and SHEBA shriek, and throw them- 
 selves at the feet O/TARVER and DARBEY, 
 clinging to their legs. 
 
 SALOME. 
 No, no. Spare him ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 You shall not harm a hair of their heads. 
 
 [SiR TRISTRAM twists TARVER'S wig round so 
 that it covers his face. The gate bell is 
 heard ringing violently. 
 
 GEORGIANA, SALOME, and SHEBA. 
 What's that ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 It will wake Papa ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Stop the bell ! 
 
 [GEORGIANA runs to the door and opens it,
 
 96 DANDY DICK 
 
 SALOME. 
 [To TARVER and DARBEY.] Fly ! 
 
 [TARVER and DARBEY disappear through, the 
 curtains at the window. 
 
 SlIEBA. 
 
 [Faffing into SALOME'S arms.] We have saved them ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Oh, Tris, your man from the stable! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Hatcham ! 
 
 * 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 [Calling.'] Hatcham ! 
 
 HATCHAM, carrying tJie basin with the bolus, runs in 
 breathlessly -folloived by BLORE. 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 Oh, Sir Tristram ! 
 
 GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM. 
 What is it? 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 The villain that set fire to the " Swan," sir in the 
 hact of administering a dose to the 'orse ! 
 
 GEORQIANA. 
 Nobbling our Dandy ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Where is the scoundrel ?
 
 DANDY DICK 97 
 
 HATCH AM. 
 
 Topping the constable's collared him, sir he's taken 
 him in a cart to the lock-up ! 
 
 GEORGIANA and Sin TRISTRAM. 
 Oh! 
 
 BLORE. 
 [In agony.] They've got the Dean I 
 
 END OF TIIE SECOND ACT,
 
 THE THIRD ACT 
 
 The first scene is the interior of a country police 
 station, a quaint old room with plaister walls, 
 oaken beams, and a gothic mullioned window look- 
 ing on to the street. A massive door, with a small 
 sliding wicket and an iron grating, opens to a 
 prisoner's cell. The room is partly furnished as a 
 kitchen, partly as a police station, a copy of the 
 Ptlice Regulations and other official documents 
 and implements hanging on the wall. It is the 
 morning after the events of the previous act. 
 
 HANNAH, a buxom, fresh-looking young woman, in a 
 print gown, IMS been engaged in cooking while 
 singing gaily. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Opening a door and calling with a slight dialect.] 
 Noah, darling ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 [From another room in a rough, country voice.] 
 Yaas! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 You'll have your dinner before you drive your 
 prisoner over to Durnstone, won't ye, darling ?
 
 DANDY DICK 99 
 
 NOAH. 
 Yoas ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Closing the door.] Yaas ! Noah's in a nice temper 
 to-day over summat. Ah well, I suppose all public 
 characters is liable to irritation. [There is a knock at 
 the outer door. HANNAH opening it, sees BLOIIE with 
 a troubled look on his face.] Well I never ! Mr. 
 Blore from the Deanery ! Come in ! You might 
 kncck me down with a ! 
 
 BLOEE. 
 
 [Entering and sJiaking hands mournfully^ How do 
 you do, Mrs. Topping ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 And how is the dear Dean, bless him ; the sweetest 
 soul in the world ? 
 
 BLOKE. 
 
 [To himself.] Good gracious! She doesn't know of 
 hour misfortune. [To HANNAH.] I I 'aven't seen 
 him this morning ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Well, this is real kind of you, calling on an old 
 friend, Edward. When I think that I were cook 
 at the Deanery seven years, and that since I left you, 
 to get wedded, not a soul of you has been nigh me, it 
 do seem hard. 
 
 BLOEE. 
 
 Well, you see, 'Annah, the kitchen took humbrage 
 at your marryin' a policeman at Durnstone. It way 
 regarded as a messy liance.
 
 loo DANDY DICK 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Well, now Mr. Topping's got the appointment of 
 Head Constable at St. Marvells, what's that regarded 
 as? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 A rise on the scales, 'Annah, a decided rise but 
 still you've honly been a week in St. Marvells and 
 you've got to fight your way hup. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 I think I'm as hup as ever I'm like to be. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 'Owever, Jane and Sarah and Willis the stable-boy 
 'ave hunbent so far as to hask me to leave their cards, 
 knowiu' I was a callin'. 
 
 [He produces from an old leather pocket book 
 three very dirty pieces of paste-board which 
 he gives to HANNAH. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Taking t/tem in her apron with pride.] Thank 'em 
 kindly. When's their evening ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 We receive on Toosdays, at the side gate. And 
 'ow are you, my dear ? [Kissing her cheek 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Don't, Edward Blore 1 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Don't ! When you was Miss Hevans there wasn't 
 these social barriers, 'Annah !
 
 DANDY DICK 101 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Shut up ! Noah's jealous of the very apronstrings 
 what go round my waist. I'm not so free and 'andy 
 with my kisses now, I can tell you. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Then " what is friendship but a name ! " But Mr. 
 Topping isn't indoors now, surely ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Nodding her head.] Urn um ! 
 
 BLOKE. 
 Why, he took a man up last night ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 What of it ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Why, I thought that when hany harrest was made 
 in St. Marvells, the prisoner was lodged here honly 
 for the night and that the 'ead Constable 'ad to drive 
 'im over to Durnstone Police Station the first thing 
 in the morning. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 That's the rule, but Noah's behindhand to-day, and 
 ain't going into Durnstone till after dinner. 
 
 BLOUE. 
 Then the prisoner is now hon the premises ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Yes, he's in our cell.
 
 103 DANDY DICK 
 
 BLORE. 
 Ah ! And where is the hapai tment in question I 
 
 HANNAII. 
 The cell ? That's it ! 
 
 BLOKE. 
 [Looking round in horror.] Oh 1 
 
 HANNAH. 
 The " Strong-box" they call it in St. Marvels. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Oh, my goodness, honly fancy ! [ Whimpering to 
 himself J\ And 'im accustomed to his shavin' water at 
 h'eight and my kindly hand to button his gaiters. 
 Oh, here's a warnin' ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Whatever is the matter with you, Edward ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 'Annah, 'Annah, my dear, it's this very prisoner 
 what I 'ave called on you respectin'. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Oh, then the honour ain't a compliment to me, 
 after all, Mr. Blore ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 I'm killing two birds with one stone, my dear. 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Throwing the cards into BLORE'S /tat.] You can 
 take them back to the Deanery with Mrs. Topping's 
 comps.
 
 DANDY DICK 103 
 
 BLOBE. 
 
 [Shaking the cards out of his licit and replacing them 
 in his pocket-book, .] I will leave them hon you again 
 to-morrow 'Annah. But, 'Annah deary, do you know 
 that this hunfortunate man was took in our stables 
 last night. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 No, I never ask Noah nothing about Queen's 
 business. He don't want two women over him ! 
 
 BLOEB. 
 Then you 'aven't seen the miserable culprit ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Lor' no. I was in bed hours when Noah brought 
 'im 'ome. I take no interest in it all. They tell us 
 it's only a wretched poacher or a petty larceiy we'll 
 get in St. Marvells. My poor Noah ain't never likely 
 to have the chance of a horrid murder in a place 
 what returns a Conservative. My joint's burning. 
 
 [ Kneeling to look into the oven 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 But, 'Annah, suppose this case you've got 'old of 
 now is a cass what'll shake old England to its basis ! 
 Suppose it means columns in the paper with 
 Topping's name a-figurin' ! Suppose as family readin', 
 it 'old its own with divorce cases ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Hallo! You know something about this arrest, 
 you do !
 
 104 DANDY DICK 
 
 BLOEE. 
 
 No, no, I don't ! I merely said suppose. I merely 
 wish to encourage you, 'Annah ; to implant an 'ope 
 that crime may brighten your wedded life. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Sitting at the table and referring to an official book] 
 The man was found trespassing in the Deanery 
 Stables with intent refuses to give his name or any 
 account of 'isself . 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [To himself.] If I could honly find hout whether 
 Dandy Dick had any of the medicine it would so* 
 guide me at the Races. What am 1 to do? It 
 doesn't appear that the 'orse in the stables took it, 
 does it ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 [Looking up sharply] Took what ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Er took fright. You're sure there's no confession 
 of any sort, 'Annah dear ? 
 
 [As he is bending over HANNAH, NOAH 
 TOPPING appears. NOAH is a dense- 
 looking itgly countryman, with red hair, 
 a bristling beard, and a vindictive leer. 
 He is dressed, in ill-fitting clot/ies, as a 
 rural police constable. 
 
 NOAH. 
 [Fiercely.] 'Annahl
 
 DANDY DICK 105 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Starling and replacing the book.] Oh don't! This 
 is Mr. Blore from the Deanery come to see us an old 
 friend o' mine ! 
 
 [BLORE advances to NOAH with a nervous 
 smile, extending his hand. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 [Taking BLORE'S hand and holding it firmly.] A 
 friend of hern is a friend o' mian ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 1 'ope so, Mr. Topping. I thank you. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 She's get tin' me a lot o' nice noo friends this week, 
 since we coom to St. Marvells. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Of course, dear 'Annah was a lovin' favourite with 
 heverybody. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Ay. Well then, as her friends be mian, I'm takiii' 
 the liberty, one by one, of gradually droppiii' on 'em 
 all ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 [Getting his hand away.] Dear me 1 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 And if I catch any old fly a buzziii' round my lady 
 I'll venture to break his 'ead in wi' my staff!
 
 io6 D.L\'DY DICK 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Oh, Noah! 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [Preparing to depart.'] I I merely called to know 
 if hany thing had been found hout about the ruffian 
 took in our stables last night ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Is that your business ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 It it's my master's business. 
 
 NOAH. 
 He's the De-an, ain't he ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Yes, Noah, of course. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 [Fiercely.] Shut oop, darlin'. \ r ery well then give 
 Mr. Topping's respects to the Daan, and say I'll run 
 up to the Deanery and see him after I've took my 
 man over to Durnstone. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Thank you I 'ope the Dean will be at 'ome. Good 
 day, 'Annah ! Good day, Mr. Topping ! 
 
 [Offering his hand, into which NOAH signifi- 
 cantly places his trunc/teon. BLORE goes 
 out quickly.
 
 DANDY DICK 107 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Whimpering.] Oh, Noah, Noah, I don't believe as 
 we shall ever get a large circle of friends round us ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Now then ! [Selecting a pair of handcuffs and ex- 
 amining them critically.] Them'll do. [Slipping them 
 into his pocket, and turning upon HANNAH suddenly.] 
 'Annah! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Yes, Noahry 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Brighten oop, my darlin', the little time you 'ave me 
 at 'orne with you. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Yes, Noahry. 
 
 [She bustles about and begins to lay the cloth. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 I'm just a' goin' round to the stable to put old Nick 
 in the cart. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Oh, dont'ee trust to Nick, Noah dear he's such a 
 vicious brute. Kitty's safer in the cart. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Shut oop, darlin'. Nick can take me on to the edge 
 o' the hill in half the time. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 The hill 1
 
 loS DAXDY DICK 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Ah, what d'ye think I've put off taking my man to 
 Durnstone to now for? Why, I'm a goin' to get a 
 glimpse of the racin', on my way over, [Opening the 
 wicket in the cell door and looking in] There he is ! 
 Sulky ! [To HANNAH.] Hopen the hoven door, 'Annah, 
 and let the smell of the cookin' get into him. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Oh, no, Noah it's torture ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Do as I tell'ee. [She opens the oven door.] Torture ! 
 Of course it's torture ! That's my rule ! Whenever 
 I get a 'old of a darned obstinate creature wot won't 
 reveal his hindentity I hopens the hoven door. 
 
 [He goes out into the street, and as he departs, 
 the wofulface of THE DEAN appears at the 
 wicket, his head being still enveloped in the 
 fur cap. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Shutting the oven door.] Not me ! Torturing 
 prisoners might a' done for them Middling Ages what 
 Noah's always clattering about, but not for my time 
 o' life. I'll shut that wicket. [Crossing close to the 
 wicket, her face almost comes against THE DEAN'S. 
 She gives a cry.] The Dean ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Oh 1 [lie disappears. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Oh, no I Not my old master 1 Never the master I
 
 DANDY DICK 109 
 
 [Tottering to the wicket and looking in.] Master ! 
 Look at me ! It's 'Annah, your poor faithful servant, 
 'Annah ! [The face 0/TiiE DEAN re-appears. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [In a deep sad voice.] Hannah Evans. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 It's 'Annah Topping, Knee Evans, wife o' the Con- 
 stable what's goin' to take you to cruel Durnstone. 
 [Sinking weeping upon the ground at the door.] Oh, 
 Mr. Dean, sir, what have you been up to ? What 
 have you been up to ? What have you been up to ? 
 
 THE DEAN W 
 
 Woman, I am the victim of a misfortune only 
 partially merited. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [On her knees, clasping her hands.] Tell me what 
 you've done, Master dear ; give it a name, for the 
 love of goodness. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My poor Hannah, I fear I have placed myself in 
 an equivocal position. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [With a shriek of despair.] Ah! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Be quiet, woman ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Is it a change o' cooking that's brought you to 
 such ways ? I cooked for you for seven 'appy years !
 
 no DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Sniffing.] Alas ! you seein to have lost none of your 
 culinary skill. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Master, are you hungry ? 
 
 TIIE DEAN. 
 I am sorely tried by your domestic preparations. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [With clenched hands and a determined look.] Oh ! 
 [Quickly locking and bolting the street-door.] Noah 
 can't put that brute of a horse to under ten minutes. 
 The dupplikit key o' the Strong Box ! [Producing a * 
 large key, with which she unlocks the cell-door.] Master, 
 you'll give me your patrol not to cut, won't you ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Under any other circumstances, Hannah, I should 
 resent that insinuation. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Don't resent nothing 1 Shove 1 Shove your 
 hardest, Dean dear ! 
 
 [Pulling the door which opens sufficiently to 
 let out THE DEAN. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [As he enters the room.] Good day, Hannah ; you 
 have bettered yourself, I hope 1 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Hysterically flinging herself upon THE DEAN.] Oh, 
 Master, Master!
 
 DANDY DICK in 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 \TuUing her jrom him sternly.] Hannah ! Mrs. 
 Topping ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Oh, I know, I know, but crime levels all, dear sir! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 You appear to misapprehend the precise degree of 
 criminality which attaches to me, Mrs. Topping. In 
 the eyes of that majestic, but imperfect instrument, 
 the law, I am an innocent if not an injured man. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Ah, stick to that, sir ! Stick to it, if you think it's 
 likely to serve your wicked ends ! 
 
 [Placing bread with other things on the table. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My good woman, a single word from me to those at 
 the Deanery, would instantly restore me to home, 
 family, and accustomed diet. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Ah, they all tell that tale what comes here. Why 
 don't you send word, Dean dear? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Because it would involve revelations of my tem- 
 porary moral aberration ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 [Putting her apron to her eyes with a hoiol.] Owh J
 
 M2 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Because I should return to the Deanery with my 
 dignity that priceless possession of man's middle 
 age I with my dignity seriously impaired 1 
 
 HANNAII. 
 Oh don't, sir, don't ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 How could I face my simple children who have 
 
 hitherto, not unreasonably, regarded me as faultless ? 
 
 How could I again walk erect in the streets of St. 
 
 Marvells with my name blazoned on the records of a 
 
 police station of the very humblest description ? fc 
 
 [Sinking into a chair, and snatching up a 
 
 piece of "bread, which he begins munching. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Wiping her eyes.] Oh, sir, it's a treat to hear you, 
 compared with the hordinary criminal class. But, 
 master, dear, though my Noah don't recognise you 
 through his being a stranger to St. Marvells how'll 
 you fare when you get to Durnstone ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I have one great buoyant hope that a word in the 
 ear of the Durnetone Superintendent will send me 
 forth an unquestioned man. You and he will be the 
 sole keepers of my precious secret. May its posses- 
 sion be a lasting comfort to you both. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Master, is what you've told me your only chance of 
 getting off unknown ?
 
 DANDY DICK 113 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 It is the sole remaining chance of averting a 
 oalamity of almost national importance. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Then you're as done as that joint in my oven 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Woman ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 The Superintendent at Durnstone John Ruggles 
 also the two Inspectors, Whitaker and Parker 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Well! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Them and their wives and families are chapel folk 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Aghast.] No ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Yes. [THE DEAN totters across to a chair, into 
 which he sinks with his head upon the table.] Master 1 
 Listen ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 It's all over ! It's all over ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 No, no Listen ! I was well fed and kept seven 
 years at the Deanery I've been wed to Noah Top- 
 ping eight weeks that's six years and ten months' 
 lovin' duty doo to you and yours before I owe nothing 
 to my darling Noah. Master dear, you sha'n't ba 
 took to Durnstone 1
 
 114 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Silence ! Hannah Topping, formerly Evans, it is 
 my duty to inform you that your reasoning does more 
 credit to your heart than to your head. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 I can't help that. The devil's always in a woman's 
 heart because it's the warmest place to get to ! [Tak- 
 ing a small key from the table drawer J\ Here, take 
 that ! [Pushing the key into the pocket of his coat.] 
 When you once get free from my darling Noah that 
 key unlocks your handcuffs ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Handcuffs ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 How are you to get free, that's the question now, 
 isn't it? I'll tell you. My Noah drives you over to 
 Durnstone with old Nick in the cart. 
 
 . THE DEAN. 
 Old Nick ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 That's the horse. Now Nick was formerly in the 
 Durnstone Fire Brigade, and when he 'ears the 
 familiar signal of a double whistle you can't hold him 
 in. There's the whistle. [Putting it into THE DEAN'S 
 pocket.] Directly you turn into Pear Tree Lane, blow 
 once and you'll see Noah with his nose in the air, 
 pullin' fit to wrench his 'ands off. Jump out roll 
 clear of the wheel keep cool and 'opeful and blow 
 again. Before you can get the mud out of your eyes 
 Noah and the horse and cart will be well into Durii-
 
 DANDY DICK 115 
 
 stone, and may Providence restore a young 'usband 
 s;ife to his doatin' wife ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Hannah ! How dare you ! [Recoiling horror-stricken. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 [Crying .] Oh ooh ooh ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Is this the fruit of your seven years constant 
 cookery at the Deanery 1 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Oh dear ! I wouldn't have done it, only this is 
 your first offence ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 My first offence, oh ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 You're not too old ; I want to give you another 
 start in life ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Another start ! Woman, do you think I've no 
 conscience ] Do you think I don't realise the enor- 
 mity of the of the difficulties in alighting from a 
 vehicle in rapid motion ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 \0peniny the oven and taking out a small joint in a 
 baking tin, which she places on the table.] It's 'unger 
 what makes you feel conscientious I
 
 n6 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Waving her away.] I have done with you I 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 With me, sir but not with the joint I You'll feel 
 wickeder when you're had a little nourishment. [He 
 looks hungrily at the dish.] That's right, Dean, dear 
 taste my darling Noah's favourite dish. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Advancing towards the table.] Oh, Hannah Topping 
 Hannah Topping ! [Clutching the carving kni/e 
 despairingly.] I'll have no more women cooks at the 
 Deanery 1 This reads me a lesson. 
 
 [Sitting and carving with desperation. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Don't stint yourself, sir. You can't blow that 
 whistle on an empty frame. [THE DEAN begins to eat.] 
 Don't my cooking carry you back, sir? Oh, say 
 it do! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Ah, if every mouthful would carry me back one 
 little hour I would finish this joint ! 
 
 [NOAH TOPPING, unperceivcd by HANNAH and 
 TUB DEAN, climbs in by the window, his 
 eyes bolting with rage he glares round 
 t/ie room, taking in everything at a glance. 
 
 NOAH. 
 [Under his breath.] My man o' mystery a waited
 
 DANDY DICK 117 
 
 on by my nooly made wife a heating o' my favourite 
 meal. [Touching HANNAH on the arm, she turns and 
 faces him, speechless with fright. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Still eating.] If my mind were calmer this would 
 be an all-sufficient repast. [HANNAH tries to speak, 
 then clasps her hands and sinks on her knees to NOAH.] 
 Hannah, a little plain cold water in a simple tumbler, 
 please. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 [Grimly -folding his arms.] 'Annah, hintrodooce 
 me ! [HANNAH gives a cry and clings to NOAH'S legs. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Calmly to NOAH.] Am I to gather, constable, from 
 your respective attitudes that you object to these 
 little kindnesses extended to me by your worthy 
 wife? 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 I'm wishin' to know the name o' my worthy wife's 
 friend. A friend o' hern is a friend o' mian. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Noahry ! Noahry ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 She's gettin' me a lot o' nice noo friends since we 
 coom to St. Marvells. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Noahry! I made this gentleman's acquaintance 
 through the wicket, in a casual way.
 
 n8 DANDY DICK 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Ay. Cooks and railins cooks and railins ! I 
 might a guessed my wedded life 'ud a coom to this. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 He spoke to me just as a strange gentleman ought 
 to speak to a lady ! Didn't you, sir didn't you ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Hannah, do not let us even under these circum- 
 stances prevaricate ; such is not quite the case ! 
 
 [NoAH advances savagely to THE DEAN. 
 There is a knocking at the door. NOAH 
 restrains himself and faces THE DEAN. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Noa, this is neither the toime nor pla-ace, wi' people 
 at the door and dinner on t' table, to spill a strange 
 man's blood. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I trust that your self-respect as an officer of the 
 law will avert anything so unseemly. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Ay. That's it ! You've touched me on my point 
 o' pride. There ain't another police-station in all 
 Durnstone conducted more strict and rigid nor what 
 mian is, and it shall so continue. You and me is a 
 goin' to set out for Durnstone, and when the charges 
 now standin' agen you is entered, it's I, Noah Top- 
 ping, what'll hadd another ! 
 
 [There is another knock at the door.
 
 DANDY DICK 119 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Noah ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 The charge of allynating the affections o' my wife, 
 'Annah ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Horrified.] No, no ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Ay, and worse the embezzlin' o' my mid-day meal 
 prepared by her 'ands. [Points into the cell.] Go in ; 
 you 'ave five minutes more in the 'ome you 'ave ruined 
 and laid waste. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Going to the door and turning to NOAH.] You will 
 at least receive my earnest assurance that this worthy 
 woman is extremely innocent ? 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Hinnocent ? [Points to the joint on the table] Look 
 theer ! [THE DEAN, much overcome, disappears through 
 the cell door, which NOAH closes and locks. The knock 
 at the door is repeated. To HANNAH, pointing to the 
 outer door.] Hunlock that door ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 \Weeping, ] Oh, Noahry, you'll never be popular in 
 St. Marvells. 
 
 NOAH. 
 Hunlock that door ! 
 
 [HANNAH unlocks the door, and admits 
 GEOUGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM, both 
 dressed for the race-course.
 
 i20 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Dear me ! Is this the police-station ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Yes, lady. Take a chair, lady, near the fire. [To 
 SIR TRISTRAM.] Sit down, sir. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 This is my first visit to a police-station, my good 
 woman ; I hope it will be the last. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Oh, don't say that, ma'am. We're honly hauxilliary fc 
 'ere, ma'am the Bench sets at Durnstone. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 I must say you try to make everybody feel at home. 
 
 [HANNAH curtseys. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 It's beautifully Arcadian. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [To HANNAH.] Perhaps this is only a police-station 
 for the young ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 No, ma'am, we take ladies and gentlemen like your- 
 selves. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 [Who has not been noticed, surveying GEORGIANA and 
 SIR TRISTRAM, gloomily.] 'Annah, hindrodooce me.
 
 DANDY DICK 121 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 
 [Facing NOAH.] Good gracious ! What's that ! 
 Oh, good morning. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 'Annah's a gettin' me a lot o' nice noo friends this 
 week since we coom to St. Ma wells. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Noah, Noah the lady and gentlemen is strange. 
 
 NOAH. 
 Ho! 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 Are you the man in charge here ? 
 
 NOAH. 
 Ay ; are you seeing me on business or pleasure V 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Do you imagine people come here to see you ? 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Noa they generally coom to see my wife. ' Owever, 
 if it's business (pointing to the other side of the room] 
 that's the hofficial side this is domestic. You'll hall 
 kindly move over. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM and GEORGIANA. 
 Oh, certainly. [Changing their seats. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Now, look here my man. This lady is Mrs. Tid- 
 man. Mrs. Tidman is the sister of Dr. Jedd, the 
 Dean of St. Marvells.
 
 122 DANDY DICK 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [With a gasp.] Oh ! 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 There's something wrong with your wife. 
 
 NOAH. 
 Ay. She's profligate proceedins are pendin* ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [To SIR TRISTRAM.] Strange police-station ! My 
 flesh creeps. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [To No An.] Well, my good man, to come to the 
 point. My poor friend and this lady's brother, Dr. 
 Jedd, the Dean, you know has mysteriously and un- 
 accountably disappeared. 
 
 GEORGIANA, 
 Vanished. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Gone. 
 
 NOAIT. 
 Absconded. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Absconded ! How dare you. 
 
 NOAII. 
 Respectable man, was 'e? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 What do you mean ?
 
 DANDY DICK 123 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 This lady is his sister ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Now, look 'ere it's no good a gettin' 'asty and irri- 
 table with the law. I'll coom over to yer, officially. 
 [Putting the baking tin under his arm lie 
 crosses over to SIR* TRISTRAM and 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Putting his handkerchief to his face.\ Don't bring 
 that horrible odour of cooking over here. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Take it away ! What is it ? 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 It's evidence against my profligate wife. 
 
 [SiR TRISTRAM and GEORGIANA exchange 
 looks of impatience. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Do you realise that my poor brother the Dean is 
 missing ? 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Ay. Touching this missin' De-an. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 I left him last night to retire to rest. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 This morning he is not to be found I
 
 124 DANDY DICK 
 
 NOAH. 
 Ay. 'As it struck you to look in 'is bed ? 
 
 GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Of course ! 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 
 Everybody did that ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 One 'ud a done. It's only confusin* hall doin' it ! 
 Money matters right or wrong ? 
 
 [GEORGIANA puts her handkerchief to her eyes 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Do put your questions more feelingly ! This is his 
 sister I am his friend ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 You will push yourselves forrard. Had he any- 
 thing on his mind ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Yes! 
 
 NOAH. 
 Then I've got a the'ry. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM and GEORGIANA. 
 What is it ? 
 
 NOAH. 
 A the'ry that will put you all out o' suspense I 
 
 GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Yea, yes !
 
 DANDY DICK 125 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 I've been a good bit about, I read a deal, and I'm a 
 shrewd experienced man. I should say this is nothin' 
 but a hordinary case of sooicide. 
 
 [GEORGIANA sits faintly. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 [Savagely to NOAH.] Get out of the way! Georgianal 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Oh Tris, if this were true how could we break it to 
 the girls ? 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 I could run oop, durin" the evenin', and break it to 
 the girls. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Turns upon NOAH.] Look here, all you've got to 
 do is to hold your tongue and take down my descrip- 
 tion of the Dean and report his disappearance at 
 Durnstone. [Pushing him into a chair.] Go on ! 
 [Dictating.] " Missing. The Very Reverend Augustin 
 Jedd, Dean of St. Marvells." Poor Gus I Poor Gus I 
 
 HANNAH. 
 [Softly to GEORGIANA.] Lady, lady ! 
 
 [No-iii prepares to torite, depositing t/te bak- 
 ing-tin on the table. 
 
 GEOKGIANA. 
 [Turning.] Eh?
 
 1 20 DANDY D1C If 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Hush ! Listen to me ! 
 
 [Speaks to GEORGIANA excitedly. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [To NOAH.] Have you got that ? 
 NOAH. 
 
 [Writing laboriously with his legs curled round the 
 chair and his head on the table.] Ay. I'm spelling it 
 my own way. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Poor dear old Gus ! [Dictating.] " Description ! " 
 
 NOAH. 
 Oh noa ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 " Description ! " 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 I suppose he was jest the hordinary sort o' lookin' 
 man. 
 
 SIR TRISTUAM. 
 
 No, no ! " Description I " 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Turning from HANNAH, excitedly.] Description a 
 little, short, thiu man, with black hair and a squint ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 [To GEORGIANA.] No, uo, he isn't. 
 
 GEOUGIANA. 
 Yes, he is 1
 
 DANDY DICK 127 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Georgiana ! What are you talking about ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 I'm Gus's sister I ought to know what he's like ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Good heavens, Georgiana your mind is not going ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 \Clutching SIR TRISTRAM'S arm and whispering in 
 his ear, as she points to the cell d oor.] He's in there ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Eh! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Gus is the villain found dosing Dandy-Dick last 
 night ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 [Falling back.] Oh ! [HANNAH seizes SIR TRISTRAM 
 and talks to him rapidly.] [To NOAH.] What have 
 you written ? 
 
 NOAH. 
 I've written " Hansvvers to the name o' Gus ! " 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Snatching the paper from him.] It's not wanted. 
 I've altered my mind. I'm too busy to bother about 
 him this week.
 
 128 DANDY DICK 
 
 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 >.] Theer's my cart 
 outside ready to take the scoundrel over to Durns- 
 tone. 
 
 GEORGIANA. * 
 
 I should like to see him. 
 
 NOAH. 
 You can view him passin' 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 dosing the door after him.] Tris !
 
 DANDY DICK 129 
 
 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 dog- 
 cart ! Why, it's as much as I could do ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Oh, yes, lady, he'll do it. I've prewided for every- 
 thing. Don't betray him to Noah 1 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 I 
 
 [NOAH comes out of the cett with THE DEAN, 
 who is in handcuff's. 
 
 GEORGIANA <md SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Oh! 
 
 I
 
 130 DANDY DICK 
 
 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 1 
 
 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. 
 
 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 sooi- 
 cide. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Oh! I 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM, GEORGIANA and HANNAH. 
 Hush I
 
 DANDY DICK 131 
 
 NOAH. 
 The Diseased De-an is the honly man wot can with- 
 
 draw one charge- 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I listen 1 
 
 SIB TRISTRAM, GEORGIANA and HANNAH. 
 Hush! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 And I'm the honly man wot can withdraw the 
 other. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 You? Get out! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 1 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. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 It isn't true. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 Oh lady, lady, it's appearances what is against us. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 [Through the opening of the doorJ\ Woa! Steady 
 there 1 Get back !
 
 132 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 
 [Whispering to THE DEAN.] I am disappointed in 
 you, Augustin. 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 I 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 As for my wretched self, the confession of my weak-
 
 DANDY DICK 133 
 
 nesses must be reserved for another time another 
 place. [To GKORGIANA.] To you, whose privilege it is 
 to shelter in the sanctity of the Deanery, I give this 
 earnest admonition. Within an hour from this ter- 
 rible 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. With- 
 hold 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 ! 
 
 GEOEGIANA. 
 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 I 
 
 NOAH. 
 [Outside ] Get up, now ! Get-oop, old girl 1
 
 iJ4 DANDY DICK 
 
 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 ! 
 
 THE END OP THE FIRST SCENE. 
 
 The second scene is the Morning Room at the Deanery 
 again. 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA are sitting there gloomily. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Poor Papa ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Poor dear Papa ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 He must return very soon he must ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 He must 1 In the meantime it is such a comfort to 
 feel that we have no cause for self-reproach.
 
 DANDY DICK 135 
 
 SALOME. 
 But the anxiety is terribly wearing. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Nothing is so weakening, Salome. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Sheba, dear. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Clinging to SALOME.] If I should pine and ulti- 
 mately die of this suspense I want you to have my 
 workbox. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Shaking her head and sadly turning away.] Thank 
 you, dear, but if Papa is not home for afternoon tea 
 you will outlive me. 
 
 [Turning towards the window as MAJOR 
 TARVER and Mr. DARBEY appear outside. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 [Outside.] Miss Jedd ! Miss Jedd I 
 
 SALOME. 
 Sheba ! Here are Gerald Tarver and Mr. Darbey ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Oh, the presumption ! Open the window and dare 
 them to enter ! 
 
 [SALOME unfastens the window. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [Outside.] Thank you. Don't be shocked when you 
 see Tarver.
 
 136 DANDY DICK 
 
 TAEVEB and DARBEY enter dressed for the Races, but 
 DARBEY is supporting TARVER, who looks ex- 
 tremely weakly. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 Pardon this informal method of presenting our- 
 selves. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 You do well, gentlemen, to intrude upon two feeble 
 women at a moment of sorrow. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 One step further, and I shall ask Major Tarver, 
 who is nearest the bell, to ring for help. 
 
 [TARVER sinks into a chair. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 [Standing by the side of TARVER.] There now. The 
 fact is, Miss Jedd, that Tarver is in an exceedingly 
 critical condition. Feeling that he has incurred your 
 displeasure he has failed even in the struggle to gain 
 the race-course. I have taken him to Dr. Middleton 
 and I explained that Major Tarver loved with a 
 passion [looking at SHEBA] second only to my own. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 \Sitting comfortably on the settee.] Oh, we cannot 
 listen to you, Mr. Darbey. 
 
 SIIEBA. 
 Go on, sir, if you can. 
 
 [The two girls exchange looks.
 
 DANDY DICK 137 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 The Doctor made a searching examination of the 
 Major's tongue and diagnosed that, unless the Major 
 at once proposed to the lady in question and was 
 accepted, three weeks or a month at the seaside would 
 be absolutely imperative. Shall I continue ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 Oh, certainly. I am helpless. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 We are curious to see to what lengths you will go. 
 DARBEY. 
 
 The pitiable condition of my poor friend speaks for 
 itself. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 I beg your pardon it does nothing of the kind, 
 TARVER. 
 
 [Rising with difficulty and approaching SALOME.] 
 Salome I have loved you distractedly for upwards 
 of eight weeks. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Going to him.] Oh, Major Tarver, let me pass ; 
 [holding his coatjvrmty] let me pass, I say. 
 
 TARVEE. 
 Unless you push me never I 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Spare me this scene, Mr Darbey. 
 
 [D ABBE? follows SHEBA across the room.
 
 138 DANDY DICK 
 
 TARVEE. 
 
 To a man in my condition love is either a rapid and 
 fatal malady, or it is an admirable digestive. Accept 
 me, and my merry laugh once more rings through the 
 Mess Room. Reject me, and my collection of vocal 
 music, loose and in volumes, will be brought to the 
 hammer, and the bird, as it were, will trill no more. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 And is it really I who would hush the little throaty 
 songster ? 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 Certainly. [Taking a sheet of paper from his pocket.] 
 I have the doctor's certificate to that effect. 
 
 [Both reading the certificate they walk into the 
 Library. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Oh, Mr. Darbey, I have never thought of marriage 
 seriously. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 People never do till they are married. 
 
 But think, only think of my age. 
 
 DARBEY. 
 Pardon me, Sheba but what is your age ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Oh, it is so very little it is not worth mentioning. 
 Cannot we remain friends and occasionally corre- 
 spond ?
 
 DANDY DICK 139 
 
 DARBEY. 
 Well, of course if you insist 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 No, no, I see that is impracticable. It must be 
 wed or part. All I ask is time time to ponder 
 over such a question, time to know myself better. 
 
 DAKBEY. 
 Certainly, how long ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Give me two or three minutes. Hush ! 
 
 [They separate as TARVER and SALOME re- 
 enter the room. TARVER is glaring excit- 
 edly and biting his nails. 
 
 TARVER. 
 
 I never thought I should live to be accepted by 
 any one. I shall buy some gay songs. Er when 
 can I see the Dean ? 
 
 SALOME. 
 Oh, don't 1 
 
 TARVER. 
 Salome ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Papa has been out all night. 
 
 DARBEY and TARVEE, 
 All eight? 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Isn't it terrible ! Oh, what do you think of it, 
 Mr. Darbey?
 
 I 4 DANDY DICK 
 
 DARBEY. 
 
 Shocking, but we oughtn't to condemn him un- 
 heard. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Condemn my Papa 1 
 
 SHEBA. 
 [At the window. ] Here's Aunt Georgians! 
 
 DARBEY. 
 Eh ! Look out, Tarver. [Going out quickly. 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 [Pulling TARVER after her.] Come this way and let 
 us take cuttings in the conservatory. [They go out. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 Mr. Darbey! Mr. Darbey, wait for me I have 
 decided. Yes. [She goes out by the door as GEORGIANA 
 enters excitedly at the window. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Waving her handkerchief.] Come on, Tris ! The 
 course is clear ! Mind the gate-post ! Hold him up ! 
 Now give him his head ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM and HATCHAM enter by the window 
 carrying THE DEAN. They all look as though 
 they have been recently engaged in a prolonged 
 struggle. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Put him down !
 
 DANDY DICK 141 
 
 ... GEORGIANA. 
 Put him down ! 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 That I will ma'am, and gladly. 
 
 [They deposit THE DEAN in a chair, and 
 GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM each seise a 
 hand, feeling THE DEAN'S pulse, while 
 HATCHAM puts his hand on THE DEAN'S 
 heart. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Opening his eyes.] Where am I now ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 He lives ! Hurrah ! Cheer man, cheer ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM and HATCHAM. 
 
 [Quietly.] Hurrah ! [To HATCHAM.] We can't 
 shout here ; go and cheer as loudly as you can in the 
 roadway by yourself. 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 Yes, sir. [Runs out at the window. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [Gradually recovering.] Georgiana Mardon. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 How are you, Jedd, old boy ? 
 
 GEOHGIAXA. 
 How do you feel now, Gus ?
 
 142 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Torn to fragments. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 So you are. Thank heaven, he's conscious ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I feel as if I had been walked over carefully by a 
 large concourse of the lower orders ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 So you have been. Thank Heaven, his memory is 
 all right. ( 
 
 [HATCHAM'S voice is heard in the distance 
 cheering. They all listen. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 That's Hatcham ; I'll raise his wages. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Do I understand that I have been forcibly and 
 illegally rescued ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 That's it, old fellow. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Who has committed such a reprehensible act ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 A woman who would have been a heroiqe in any 
 age Georgiana !
 
 DANDY DICK 143 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Georgiana, I am bound to overlook it, in a relative, 
 but never let this occur again. 
 
 SIB TRISTRAM. 
 Tell him. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 You found out that that other woman's plan went 
 lame, didn't you ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I discovered its inefficacy, after a prolonged period 
 of ineffectual whistling. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 But we ascertained the road the genial constable 
 was going to follow. He was bound for the edge of 
 the hill, up Pear Tree Lane, to watch the Races. 
 Directly we knew this, Tris and I made for the Hill. 
 Bless your soul, there were hundreds of my old 
 friends there welshers, pickpockets, card -sharpers, 
 all the lowest race-course cads in the kingdom. In a 
 minute I was in the middle of 'em, as much at/ home 
 as a duchess in a drawing-room. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 A queen in a palace I 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Boadicea among the Druids ! " Do you know 
 me ? " I holloaed out. Instantly there was a cry of 
 " Blessed if it aint George Tidd ! " Tears of real joy 
 sprang to my eyes while I was wiping them away 
 Tris had his pockets emptied and I lost my Watch.
 
 144 DANDY DICK 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Ah, Jedd, it was a glorious moment 1 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Tris made a back, and I stood on it, supported by 
 a correct-card merchant on either side. " Dear 
 friends," I said ; " Brothers ! I'm with you once 
 again." You should have heard the shouts of honest 
 welcome. Before I could obtain silence my field 
 glasses had gone on their long journey. " Listen to 
 me," I said. " A very dear relative of mine has been 
 collared for playing the three-card-trick on his way 
 down from town." There was a groan of sympathy, 
 " He'll be on the brow of the Hill with a bobby in fc 
 half-an-hour," said I, " who's for the rescue ? " A dead 
 deep silence followed, broken only by the sweet voice 
 of a young child, saying, " What'll we get for it ? " 
 "A pound a-piece," said I. There was a roar of 
 assent, and my concluding words, " and possibly six 
 months," were never heard. At that moment Tris' 
 back could stand it no longer, and we came heavily to 
 the ground together. [Seizing THE DEAN by the hand 
 and dragging him up.] Now you know whose hands 
 have led you back to your own manger. [Embracing 
 him.] And oh, brother, confess isn't there something 
 good and noble in true English sport after all ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Every abused institution has its redeeming charac- 
 teristic. But whence is the money to come to reward 
 these dreadful persons ? I cannot reasonably ask my 
 girls to organise a bazaar or concert. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Concert ! I'm a rich woman.
 
 DANDY DICK 145 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Rich! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Well, I've cleared fifteen hundred over the Handi- 
 cap. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Recoiling] No ! Then the horse who enjoyed the 
 shelter of the Deanery last night 
 
 Sm TEISTKAM. 
 Dandy Dick I 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Won I 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 
 In a common canter 1 All the rest nowhere, and 
 Bonny Betsy walked in with the policeman. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 \To himself] Mve hundred pounds towards the 
 spire ! Five hundred ! Oh, where is Blore with the 
 good news ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Look at him ! Lively as a cricket I 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Sir Tristram, I am under the impression that your 
 horse swallowed reluctantly a small portion of that 
 bolus last night before I was surprised and removed. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 By-the-bye, I am expecting the analysis of that 
 concoction, every minute. 
 
 E
 
 146 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Spare yourself the trouble the secret is with me. 
 I seek no acknowledgment from either of you, but in 
 your moment of deplorable triumph remember with 
 gratitude the little volume of " The Horse and its 
 Ailments " and the prosaic name of its humane author 
 John Cox. [He goes out through the Library. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 But oh, Tris Mardon, what can I ever say to you ? 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Anything you like except " Thank you ! ' 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Don't stop me ! Why, you were the man who 
 hauled Augustin out of the cart by his legs ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Oh, but why mention such trifles ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 They're not trifles. And when his cap fell off, it 
 was you brave fellow that you are who pulled the 
 horse's nose-bag over my brother's head so that he 
 shouldn't be recognised. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 My dear Georgiana, these are the common cour- 
 tesies of every-day life. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 They are acts which any truo woman would 
 esteem. Gus won't readily forget the critical moment
 
 DANDY DICK 147 
 
 when all the cut chaff ran down the back of his neck 
 nor shall I. 
 
 Sm TEISTRAM. 
 
 Nor shall I forget the way in which you gave Dandy 
 his whisky out of a soda-water bottle just before the 
 race. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 That's nothing any lady would do the same. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Nothing ! You looked like the Florence Nightin- 
 gale of the paddock ! Oh, Georgiana, why, why, why 
 won't you marry me ? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 Why! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Why? 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Why ! Because you've only just asked me, Tris ! 
 
 [Goes to him cordially. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 But when I touched your hand last night, you 
 reared ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Yes, Tris, old man, but love is founded on mutual 
 esteem ; last night you hadn't put my brother's head 
 in that nose-bag. 
 
 \They go together to the fireplace, he with his 
 arm round her waist.
 
 148 DANDY DICK 
 
 SlIEBA. 
 
 [Looking in at the d oor.] How annoying ! There's 
 Aunt and Sir Tristram in this room Salome and 
 Major Tarver are sitting on the hot pipes in the con- 
 servatory where am I and Mr. Darbey to go ? 
 Papa ! Come back ! 
 
 [She wiilidraws quickly as THE DEAN enters 
 through the Library carrying a paper in 
 his hand ; he has now resumed his normal 
 appearance. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Home! What sonorous music is in the word! 
 Home, with the secret of my sad misfortune buried fti 
 the bosoms of a faithful few. Home, with my family 
 influence intact! Home, with the sceptre of my 
 dignity still tight in my grasp I What is this I have 
 picked up on the stairs ? 
 
 [Reads with a horrified look, as HATCH AM 
 enters at the window. 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 Beg pardon, Sir Tristram. 
 
 SIB TRISTRAM. 
 What is it ? 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 The chemist has just brought the annaKsia. 
 
 SIB TRISTRAM. 
 Where is he ? 
 
 [SiR TRISTHAM and GEORGIANA go out at the 
 window, following HATCHAM.
 
 DANDY DICK 149 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 It is too horrible ! [Beading .] " Debtor to Lewis 
 Isaacs, Costumiers to the Queen, Bow Street Total, 
 Forty pounds, nineteen ! " There was a fancy masked 
 ball at Durnstone last night ! Salome Sheba no, 
 no! 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA. 
 
 [Sounding in and rushing at THE DEAN.] Papa, 
 Papa! 
 
 SALOME. 
 Our own Papa ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Papsey ! 
 
 [SALOME seizes his hands, SHEBA his coat-tails, 
 and turn him round violently. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Our parent returned ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Papsey come back ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Stop! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Papa, why have you tortured us with anxiety ? 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Where have you been, you naughty man ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Before I answer a question, which, from a child to 
 its parent, partakes of the unpardonable vice of
 
 150 DANDY DICK 
 
 curiosity, I demand an explanation of this disreputable 
 document. [Reading.] " Debtor to Lewis Isaacs, Cos- 
 tumier to the Queen." 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA. 
 Oh! 
 
 [SHEBA sits aghast on the table SALOME dis- 
 tractedly falls on the floor. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I will not follow this legend in all its revolting 
 intricacies. Suffice it, its moral is inculcated by the 
 mournful total. Forty pounds, nineteen ! Imps of 
 deceit ! [Looking from one to the other.] There was a 
 ball at Durnstone last night. I know it. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Spare us ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 You couldn't have been there, Papa ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 There ! I trust I was better that is, otherwise 
 employed. [Referring to the bill.] Which of my hitherto 
 trusted daughters was a lady no, I will say a person 
 of the period of the French Revolution ? 
 
 [SHEBA points to SALOME. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 And a flower-girl of an unknown epoch. [SALOME 
 points to SHEBA.] To your respective rooms ! [The 
 girls cling together.] Let your blinds be drawn. At 
 seven porridge will be brought to you. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Papal
 
 DANDY DICK 151 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Go! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Papsey ! 
 
 .THE DEAN. 
 Go! 
 
 SALOME. 
 
 Papa, we, poor girls as we are, can pay the bill. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 You cannot go ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 Through the kindness of our Aunt 
 
 SALOME. 
 We have won fifty pounds. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 What! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 At the Races ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Recoiling.] You too ! You too drawn into the 
 vortex 1 Is there no conscience that is clear is there 
 no guilessness left in this house, with the possible ex- 
 ception of my own ! 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 [Sobbing.] We always knew a little more than you 
 gave us credit for, Papa. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Handing SHEBA the bill] Take this horrid thing 
 never let it meet my eyes again. As for the scandalous
 
 152 DANDY DICK 
 
 costumes, they shall be raffled for in aid of local 
 charities. Confidence, that precious pearl in the snug 
 shell of domesticity, is at an end between us. I 
 chastise you both by permanently withholding from 
 you the reason of my absence from home last night. 
 Go! 
 
 [The girls totter out as SIR TRISTRAM enters 
 quickly at the window, followed by 
 GEORGIANA, carrying the basin contain- 
 ing the bolus . SIR TRISTRAM has an 
 opened letter in his hand. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Good heavens, Jedd ! the analysis has arrived ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I am absolutely indifferent ! 
 
 GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Indifferent 1 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [To GEORGIANA.] How dare you confront me with- 
 out even the semblance of a blush you who have 
 enabled my innocent babies, for the first time in their 
 lives, to discharge one of their own accounts. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 There isn't a blush in our family if there were, 
 you'd want it. 
 
 [SHEBA and SALOME appear outside the win- 
 dow, looking in.
 
 DANDY DICK 153 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Jedd, you were once my friend, and you are to be 
 my relative. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Looking at GEORGIANA.] My sister ! [To SIR TRIS- 
 TRAAI.] I offer no opposition. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 But not even our approaching family tie prevents 
 my designating you as one of the most atrocious con- 
 spirators known in the history of the Turf. 
 
 TIIE DEAN. 
 Conspirator ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 As the owner of one-half of Dandy Dick, I de- 
 nounce you ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 As the owner of the other half, 7 denounce you ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 You! 
 
 SHEBA and SALOME enter, and remain standing in 
 the recess, listening. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 The chief ingredient of your infernal preparation is 
 known. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 It contains nothing that I would not cheerfully 
 administer to my own children.
 
 154 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEOEGIANA. 
 [In horror.] Oh ! 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 I believe you. [Pointing to the paper.] Strychnine ! 
 Sixteen grains! 
 
 SALOME and SHEBA. 
 [Clinging to each other terrified .] Oh ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Strychnine ! Summon my devoted servant Blore, 
 in whose presence the innocuous mixture was com- 
 pounded. [GEORGIANA rings the bell. The girls hide 
 behind the window curtains.] This analysis is simply 
 the pardonable result of over-enthusiasm on the part 
 of our local chemist. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 You're a disgrace to the pretty little police station 
 where you slept last night ! 
 
 [BLORE enters and stands unnoticed. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I will prove that in the Deanery stables the common 
 laws of hospitality have never been transgressed. 
 Give me the bowl 1 [GEORGIANA hands THE DEAN 
 the basin from the table.] A simple remedy for a chill. 
 
 GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Strychnine sixteen grains ! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 I, myself, am suffering from the exposure of last
 
 DANDY DICK 155 
 
 night. [Taking the remaining bolus and opening his 
 mouth.] Observe me ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 [Rushing forward, snatching the basin from THE 
 DEAN and sinking on to his knees.] No, no ! Don't, 
 don't ! You wouldn't 'ang the boldest servant in the 
 Deanery. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Blore ! 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 I did it ! I' ad a honest fancy for Bonny Betsy, 
 and I wanted this gentleman's 'orse out of the way. 
 And while you was mixing the dose with the best 
 ecclesiastical intentions, I hintroduced a foreign ele- 
 ment. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Pulling BLORE up by his coat collar.] Viper 1 
 
 BLORE. 
 Oh sir, it was hall for the sake of the Dean. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 The Dean ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 The dear Dean had only fifty pounds to spare for 
 sporting purposes, and I thought a gentleman of 'is 
 'igh standing ought to have a certainty. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Jedd! 
 
 GEORGIAN A. 
 
 Augustin 1
 
 156 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I can conceal it no longer I I instructed this 
 unworthy creature to back Dandy Dick on behalf of 
 the Restoration Fund. 
 
 SIE TRISTRAM. 
 \Shaking BLORE.] And didn't you do it ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 No. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Why not ? In the name of that tottering spire, 
 why not ? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Oh, sir, thinking as you'd given some of the mixture 
 to Dandy I put your cheerful little offering on to 
 Bonny Betsy. [SALOME and SHEBA disappear. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Oh ! [To BLORE.] I could have pardoned everything 
 but this last act of disobedience. You are unworthy 
 of the Deanery. Leave it for some ordinary household. 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 If I leave the Deanery, I shall give my reasons, 
 and then what'll folks think of you and me in our old 
 age? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 You wouldn't spread this tale in St. Marvells? 
 
 BLORE. 
 
 Not if sober, sir but suppose grief drove me to 
 my cups ?
 
 DANDY DICK 157 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 I must save you from intemperance at any cost. 
 Remain in my service a sad, sober and, above all, 
 a silent man ! 
 
 [SALOME and SIIEBA appear as BLOEK goes 
 out through the window. 
 
 SALOME. 
 Papa! 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 To your rooms ! I am distracted ! 
 
 SALOME. 
 Major Tarver and Mr. Darbey i 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 If you have sufficiently merged all sense of moral 
 rectitude as to declare that I am not at home, do so. 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 No, no, Papa ; we have accidentally discovered that 
 you, our parent, have stooped to deception, if not to 
 crime. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Staggering back.] Oh 1 
 
 SHEBA. 
 
 We are still young the sooner, therefore, we are 
 removed from any unfortunate influence the better. 
 
 SALOMB. 
 We have an opportunity of beginning life afresh.
 
 158 DANDY DICK 
 
 SHEBA. 
 These two gallant gentlemen have proposed for us. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Them I am at home. Where are they ? 
 
 [He goes out rapidly, followed by SALOITE and 
 SHEBA. Directly they have disappeared, 
 NOAH TOPPING, looking dishevelled, rushes 
 in at the window, with HANNAH clinging 
 to him. 
 
 NOAH. 
 [Glaring round the room.] Is this 'ere the Deanery ? 
 
 [GEORQIANA and SIR TRISTRAM come to him 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Noahry, Noah, come back ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Theer's been a man rescued from my lawful custody 
 while my face was unofficially held downwards in the 
 mud. The villian has been traced back to the 
 Deanery. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 Go away ! 
 
 HANNAH. 
 Come away 1 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 The man was a unknown lover of my nooly made 
 wife!
 
 DANDY DICK 159 
 
 GEOEGIANA. 
 
 You mustn't bring your domestic affairs here ; this 
 is a subject for your own fireside of an evening. 
 
 [THE DEAN appears outside the window with 
 SALOME, SHEBA, TARVEE, and DARBEY. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 \OidsideJ\ Come in, Major Tarver come in, Mr. 
 Darbey ! 
 
 NOAH. 
 That's his voice ! 
 
 THE DEAN enters, followed by SALOME, TARVER, 
 SHEBA, and DARBEY. 
 
 NOAH. 
 [Confronting THE DEAN.] My man. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 No, no ; Noahry ! 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 You're speaking to Dr. Jedd, the Dean of St. 
 Marvells. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 I'm speaking to the man I took last night the 
 culprit as 'as allynated the affections of my wife. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 Wait one moment ! [Going out at the window. 
 [SALOME and TARVER go into the Library and 
 sit at the writing table. DARBEY sits in 
 an armchair with SHEBA on the arm.
 
 160 DANDY DICK 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Mildly.] Do not let us chide a man who is con- 
 scientious even in error. [Looking at HANNAH.] I 
 think I see Hannah Evans, once an excellent cook 
 under this very roof. 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 I'm Mrs. Topping now, sir bride o' the constable. 
 And oh, do forgive him he's a mass o' ignorance. 
 
 NOAH. 
 Coom away ! 
 
 [HANNAH returns to NOAH, as SIR TRISTRAM 
 
 re-enters with HATCHAM. 
 
 * 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 
 tTo HATCHAM.] Hatcham [pointing to THE DEAN] 
 s that the man you and the constable secured in 
 the stable last night ? 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 That, sir I Bless your 'art, sir, that's the Dean 
 'imself. 
 
 SIR TRISTRAM. 
 That'll do. 
 
 HATCHAM. 
 
 [To NOAH.] Why, our man was a short, thin indi- 
 vidual I [HATCHAM goes out at the window. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 [To NOAH.] I trust you are perfectly satisfied. 
 
 NOAH. 
 [Wiping his brow and looking puzzkd.] I'm doon.
 
 DANDY DICK 161 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Don't trouble further. I withdraw unreservedly 
 any charge against this unknown person found on my 
 premises last night. I attribute to him the most 
 innocent intentions. Hannah, you and your worthy 
 husband will stay and dine in my kitchen. Good 
 afternoon. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 Is it a 'ot dinner ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Hot with ale. 
 
 NOAH. 
 
 [Turning angrily to HANNAH.] Now then, you don't 
 know a real gentleman when you see one. Why don't 
 'ee thank the Dean warmly ? 
 
 HANNAH. 
 
 [Kissing THE DEAN'S hand with a curtsey.] Thank 
 you, sir. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Benignly.] Go go. I take a kindly interest in 
 you both. [They back out, bowing and curtseying. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Well, Gus, you're out of all your troubles. Are 
 you happy ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 Happy 1 My family influence gone for ever my 
 dignity crushed out of all recognition the genial 
 summer of the Deanery frosted by the winter of 
 Deceit.
 
 162 DANDY DICK 
 
 GEOEGIANA. 
 
 Ah, Gus, when once you lay the whip about the 
 withers of the horse called Deception he takes the bit 
 between his teeth, and only the devil can stop him 
 and he'd rather not. Shall I tell you who has been 
 riding the horse hardest ? 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Who? 
 
 GEORGLANA. 
 The Dean. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 Georgiana ! I'm surprised at you. 
 
 [SHEBA sits at the piano and plays a bright 
 air softly DARBEY standing behind her 
 SALOME and TARVER stand in the arch- 
 way. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 [Slapping THE DEAN on the back.]. Look here, 
 Augustin, George Tidd will lend you that thousand 
 for the poor innocent old spire. 
 
 TUB DEAN. 
 [Taking her hand.] Oh, Georgiana I 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 On one condition that you'll admit there's no 
 harm in our laughing at a Sporting Dean. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 No, no I cannot allow it !
 
 DANDY DICK 163 
 
 GEOKGIANA. 
 Tris ! My brother Gus doesn't want us to be merry 
 
 at his expense. {They both laugh. 
 
 THE DEAN. 
 
 [Trying to silence them.] No, no I I forbid it ! 
 Hush 1 
 
 SIB TRISTRAM. 
 
 Why Jedd, there's no harm in laughter, for those 
 who laugh or those who are laughed at. 
 
 GEORGIANA. 
 
 Provided always first, that it is Folly that is 
 laughed at and not Virtue ; secondly, that it is our 
 friends who laugh at us, \to the audience] as we hope 
 they all will, for our pains. 
 
 THE END. 
 
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 London and Edinburgh.