It is a joke I'm afraid that will not make you merry, Worshipton.
WORSHIPTON.
I'll believe nobody but Hannah herself, for she can't be in the plot, and she is too simple to deceive me. (To Hannah.) Pray, my good girl, how many brothers have you got?
HANNAH.
La! only two; and one of them is called Rowland after my father, you know, and one of them little Johnny.
WORSHIPTON.
O, hang little Johnny, and the whole fools of the race! I am ruined beyond redemption.
(Pacing up and down, and tossing about his arms in despair.)
HANNAH (going up to him).
La! Mr. Worshipton, what is the matter?
MISS MARTIN (pulling her back).
Don't speak to him now.
LADY GOODBODY (going up to him soothingly).
Don't be so much overcome, Mr. Worshipton; things are not so very desperate. Hannah will have
