I'm just as good a married woman, you know, for all that, as if it had been gold. (Holding up her finger with the ring upon it.) An't I?
MISS MARTIN.
I believe it will make no great difference.
HANNAH.
I thought so.—Now do speak to my aunt for me.
MISS MARTIN.
I certainly will, my dear Hannah, tho' you have played so sly with us.
HANNAH.
But la! don't tell her about the half guinea for the ring, for that would make her angrier than all the rest of it.—O lud! here she comes: stand before me a little bit. (Shrinking behind Miss Martin's back,)
EnterLady Goodbody.
LADY GOODBODY.
Well, Mr. Worshipton, what have you done with my niece?
WORSHIPTON.
There she is, madam. (Hannah comes from behind backs, and makes Lady Goodbody an awkward frightened curtesy.) We are both come to beg your
