Part 53 (2/2)
The chemist has just brought the annal_i_sis.
SIR TRISTRAM.
Where is he?
[_SIR TRISTRAM and GEORGIANA go out at the window, following HATCHAM._
THE DEAN.
It is too horrible! [_Reading._] ”Debtor to Lewis Isaacs, Costumier 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.
[_Bounding in and rus.h.i.+ng 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.
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