AUNT HANNAH. Where is my nephew, sir? Where is my nephew?
JOHN. Ah, Aunt Hannah! He’s afraid to meet you until you forgive me for all I’ve done. There’s been a most absurd mistake caused by your likeness to Bertram. If you’ll only let me explain.
AUNT HANNAH. Really, I don’t think it matters. (Looking at her wet clothes.)
JOHN. But you’ve no idea what a wonderful likeness there is—except of course—you look the younger.
AUNT HANNAH. Oh, no, I don’t. (Coyly.)
JOHN. Oh yes you do.
AUNT HANNAH. Oh, no, I don’t!
JOHN. Then all is forgiven?
AUNT HANNAH. Why, of course!