Hannah.
It’s I and my whistle and Nick the fire-brigade horse what’ll bring him back to the Deanery safe and unharmed. Not a soul but we three’ll ever know of his misfortune. [Listening.] Hark! They’re off!
Noah.
[Outside.] Get up, now! Get-oop, old girl!
Hannah.
[With a cry.] Ah! [Rushing to the door and looking out.] He’s done for!
Georgiana and Sir Tristram.
Done for!
Hannah.