Coddle. Darling, you mustn’t cry any more.
Eglantine. No, papa, I won’t, for I like him extremely now. He’s so handsome, and so amiable! I’ve met him before.
Coddle. Tut, tut, child! I’ll see him hanged first.
Eglantine. What? Why, papa, you asked him to marry me, Jane says.
Coddle. Yes, when I was deaf. Now, however—what! marry my darling to a deaf man? Never!
Eglantine. O papa, you are cured: perhaps he can be cured in the same way.
Coddle. Impossible! He’s too deaf. I never knew a worse case.
Eglantine. The doctor might try.
Coddle. Impossible, I tell you. Besides, he’s gone away.
Eglantine. Let’s send after him.