’Annah, ’Annah, my dear, it’s this very prisoner what I ’ave called on you respectin’.

Hannah.

Oh, then the honor 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 hat.] You can take them back to the Deanery with Mrs. Topping’s comps.

Blore.

[Shaking the cards out of his hat 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.