Hannah, a buxom, fresh-looking young woman, in a print gown, has been engaged in cooking while singing gayly.
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?
Noah.
Hannah.