your promise, and come over the window to me; the postchaise is waiting for us.
HANNAH.
La! is it the yellow chaise that stands commonly in the yard?
WORSHIPTON.
I can't tell you what colour it is, but it carries us off to be married. Come over the window, my love.
HANNAH.
La! I didn't promise to go over the window: Aunt says they never do good who get over the window to be married: I only promised to run off with you.
WORSHIPTON.
But that is just the same thing. Do come now! there is no time to be lost. You have only to set your foot upon that stone which juts out from the wall, and you are in my arms in an instant.
HANNAH.
No, no! old aunt Gertrude went over the window to be married, and she fell and broke her leg, and never was married at all.
WORSHIPTON.
But you can't break your leg here, the wall is so low.—Come, come, there is no time to lose.
