Hannah.
Yes, Noah, of course.
Noah.
[Fiercely.] Shut oop, darlin’. Very well, then—give Mr. Topping’s respects to the Dean, and say I’ll run up to the Deanery and see him after I’ve took my man over to Durnstone.
Blore.
Thank you—I ’ope the Dean will be at ’ome. Good-day, ’Annah! Good-day, Mr. Topping!
[Offering his hand, into which Noah significantly places his truncheon. Blore goes out quickly.
Hannah.
[Whimpering.] Oh, Noah, Noah, I don’t believe as we shall ever get a large circle of friends round us!
Noah.