Noah.
Respectable man, was ’e?
Georgiana.
What do you mean?
Sir Tristram.
This lady is his sister!
Noah.
Now, look ’ere—it’s no good a gettin’ ’asty and irritable with the law. I’ll coom over to yer, officially.
[Putting the baking tin under his arm he crosses over to Sir Tristram and Georgiana.
Sir Tristram.