[Grimly—folding his arms.] ’Annah, hintrodooce me. [Hannah gives a cry and clings to Noah’s legs.

The Dean.

[Calmly to Noah.] Am I to gather, constable, from your respective attitudes that you object to these little kindnesses extended to me by your worthy wife?

Noah.

I’m wishin’ to know the name o’ my worthy wife’s friend. A friend o’ hern is a friend o’ mian.

Hannah.

Noahry! Noahry!

Noah.

She’s gettin’ me a lot o’ nice noo friends since we coom to St. Marvells.

Hannah.