[Horrified.] No, no!
Noah.
Ay, and worse—the embezzlin’ o’ my mid-day meal prepared by her ’ands. [Points into the cell.] Go in; you ’ave five minutes more in the ’ome you ’ave ruined and laid waste.
The Dean.
[Going to the door and turning to Noah.] You will at least receive my earnest assurance that this worthy woman is extremely innocent?
Noah.
Hinnocent? [Points to the joint on the table.] Look theer! [The Dean, much overcome, disappears through the cell door, which Noah closes and locks. The knock at the door is repeated. To Hannah, pointing to the outer door.] Hunlock that door!
Hannah.
[Weeping.] Oh, Noahry, you’ll never be popular in St. Marvells.
Noah.