Hannah: (Whimpering) Oh, Noah, Noah, I don’t believe as we shall ever get a large circle of friends round us!

Noah: Now then. (Selecting a pair of handcuffs and examining them critically) Them’ll do. (Slipping them into his pocket and turning on Hannah suddenly) Hannah!

Hannah: Yes, Noahry —

Noah: Add some sparkle, my darlin’, to the little time you have me at home with you.

Hannah: Yes, Noahry. (She bustles about and begins to lay the table.)

Noah: I’m just a-going round to put Samson in the cart.

Hannah: Oh, don’t ye trust to Samson, Noah dear — he’s such a vicious brute. Kitty’s safer in the cart.

Noah: Shut up, darling. Samson can take me onto the edge of the hill in half the time.

Hannah: The hill?

Noah: Why d’ye think I’ve put off taking my man to Durnstone till now? Why, I’m