[Who has not been noticed, surveying Georgiana and Sir Tristram, gloomily.] ’Annah, hintrodooce me.
Georgiana.
[Facing Noah.] Good gracious! What’s that! Oh, good-morning.
Noah.
’Annah’s a gettin’ me a lot o’ nice noo friends this week since we coom to St. Marvells.
Hannah.
Noah, Noah—the lady and gentlemen is strange.
Noah.
Ho!
Georgiana.