Eglantine (screams). Papa, love!
Coddle (claps hands to his ears). Come here, my pet. Give me a kiss, my darling. Wish your father joy. I have a surprise for you, sweet one.
Eglantine (shouts). I know what it is, papa. (Sadly.)
Coddle. Don’t scream so, Eglantine. It’s impossible you should know it.
Eglantine. Know what, papa?
Coddle. That I’m cured of my deafness. I can hear!
Eglantine. What! Is it possible?
Coddle. Yes, cured miraculously by that wonderful aurist, with his electro-magnetico—no, no; electro-galvanico—no, no; pshaw! no matter. He’s cured me in a flash!
Eglantine (shouts). O papa! How delightful!
Coddle (covering his ears). Softly, my darling, softly. You kill me! I hear almost too well. You deafen me. My hearing is now abnormal; actually abnormal, it is so acute.