Oh, my goodness, honly fancy! [_Whimpering to himself._] And 'im accustomed to his shavin' water at h'eight and my kindly hand to button his gaiters. Oh, here's a warnin'! HANNAH. Whatever is the matter with you, Edward? BLORE. 'Annah, 'Annah, my dear, it's this very prisoner what I 'ave called on you respectin'. HANNAH. Oh, then the honor ain't a compliment to me, after all, Mr. Blore? BLORE. I'm killing two birds with one stone, my dear. HANNAH. [_Throwing the cards into BLORE'S hat._] You can take them back to the Deanery with Mrs. Topping's comps. BLORE. [_Shaking the cards out of his hat and replacing them in his pocket-book._] I will leave them hon you again to-morrow, 'Annah. But, 'Annah deary, do you know that this hunfortunate man was took in our stables last night. HANNAH. No, I never ask Noah nothing about Queen's business. He don't want _two_ women over him! BLORE. Then you 'aven't seen the miserable culprit? HANNAH. Lor' no. I was in bed hours when Noah brought 'im 'ome. I take no interest in it all. They tell us it's only a wretched poacher or a petty larcery we'll get in St. Marvells. My poor Noah ain't never likely to have the chance of a horrid murder in a place what returns a Conservative. My joint's burning. [_Kneeling to look into the oven._ BLORE. But, 'Annah, suppose this case you've got 'old of now is a case what'll shake old England to its basis! Suppose it means columns in the paper with Topping's name a-figurin'! Suppose as family readin', it 'old its own with divorce cases! HANNAH. Hullo! You know something about this arrest, you do! BLORE. No, no, I don't! I merely said suppose. I merely wish to encourage you, 'Annah; to implant an 'ope that crime may brighten your wedded life. HANNAH. [_Sitting at the table and referring to an official book._] The man was found trespassing in the Deanery Stables with intent--refuses to give his name or any account of 'isself. BLORE. [_To himself._] If I could honly find hout whether Dandy Dick had any of the medicine it would so guide me at the Races. What am I to do? It doesn't appear that the 'orse in the stables--took it, does it? HANNAH. [_Looking up sharply._] Took what? BLORE. Er--took fright. You're sure there's no confession of any sort, 'Annah dear? [_As he is bending over HANNAH, NOAH TOPPING appears. NOAH is a dense-looking ugly countryman, with red hair, a bristling heard, and a vindictive leer. He is dressed in ill-fitting clothes, as a rural Police Constable._ NOAH. [_Fiercely._] 'Annah! HANNAH. [_Starting and replacing the book._] Oh don't! This is Mr. Blore from the Deanery come to see us--an old friend o' mine! [_BLORE advances to NOAH with a nervous smile, extending his hand._ NOAH. [_Taking BLORE'S hand and holding it firmly._] A friend of hern is a friend o' mian! BLORE. I 'ope so, Mr. Topping. I thank you. NOAH. She's gettin' me a lot o' nice noo friends this week, since we coom to St. Marvells. BLORE.