Jane. Oh, call away! (Throws pieces out of window.) Heads there!
Coddle. Jane! (Rises.) I must go for her. (Sees her at window; shouts in her ear.) Jane!
Jane (puts hands to ears). Mercy!
Coddle. This is the fifteenth time I’ve called you. Are you deaf?
Jane (courtesies). Yes, old wretch,—deaf when I want to be. (Both come down.)
Coddle. What do you say?
Jane. Pop, pop, pop, old bother! I’d like to wring your bothersome neck.
Coddle. Yes, fine weather indeed. Look into my ear, Jane, and tell me whether my Eustachian tube is obstructed.
Jane. Eustachian tube? What is the old fool after now?
Coddle. Look in. Why don’t you look in?