Shut up! Noah’s jealous of the very apron-strings 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.] Um—um!
Blore.
Why, he took a man up last night!
Hannah.
What of it?
Blore.