Hannah.
[Taking them 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!
Blore.
Don’t! When you was Miss Hevans there wasn’t these social barriers, ’Annah!
Hannah.