But we can’t trust to Gus rolling out of a flying dogcart! Why, it’s as much as I could do!
Hannah.
Oh, yes, lady, he’ll do it. I’ve prewided for everything. Don’t betray him to Noah! There’s another—a awfuller charge hangin’ over his reverend ’ead.
Sir Tristram.
Georgiana.
Another! Oh Tris! To think my own stock should run vicious like this.
Hannah.
Hush, lady!
[Noah comes out of the cell with The Dean, who is in handcuffs.