Jane. He don’t say nothink, sir.
Whitwell (aside). Now for it. May I ask for a bit of paper? (Makes signs of writing.)
Coddle. What does the scamp say?
Jane (shouts). He wants some paper.
Coddle. Paper! Impudent scoundrel! I’ll paper him, and ink him too!
Whitwell. (Sees paper on table.) Ah! (Sits.)
Jane. He’s going to write some wizard thing. He’ll vanish in a flame of fire, I warrant ye!
Whitwell (gives paper to Jane). Here, young woman.
Jane (to Coddle). Take it, sir. I dar’n’t hold it. Ugh!
Coddle. What’s this? “I am afflicted with total deafness.” Ha, delightful! He says he’s deaf. Thank Heaven for all its mercies. He’s deaf. Stone deaf!