Robin. Then who is Aunt Clara, George?
George. She who be just gone from out of the room, Master Robin, and none other.
Thomas. Come, George, this talk do sound so foolish.
George. I can’t help that, master. Foolish deeds do call for foolish words, may be.
Miles. My pretty Miss is almost fainting, I declare. [He pours out water for Joan and bends affectionately over her.] Put the drunken fellow outside and let’s have an end of this.
George. [Advancing.] Yes, us’ll have an end to it very shortly. But I be going to put a straight question to the maid first, and ’tis a straight answer as her’ll have to give me in reply.
Miles. Not a word, not a word. Miss is sadly upset by your rude manners.
George. Do you ask of the young lady but one thing, Master Hooper, and then I’ll go when you will.
Miles. Well, my man, what’s that?
George. Do you get her to speak the name as was given she at baptism, Mister Hooper.