Noah.
I’ve written “Hanswers to the name o’ Gus!”
Georgiana.
[Snatching the paper from him.] It’s not wanted. I’ve altered my mind. I’m too busy to bother about him this week.
Noah.
What! Hafter wasting my time?
Georgiana.
Look here—you’re the constable who took the man in the Deanery Stables last night?
Noah.
Ay. [Looking out of the window.] There’s my cart outside ready to take the scoundrel over to Durnstone.