Jane (shouts). What for, sir?
Coddle. Eustachian tube.
Jane (shouts). I can’t see nothing, sir.
Coddle. What do you say?
Jane. Drat him! (Shouts.) I can’t see nothing.
Coddle. Jane, I hope you’re not losing your voice. You don’t speak half so loudly as usual.
Jane (sulkily). Perhaps I’d better have it swabbed out, then.
Coddle. Luncheon’s ready, do you say? Rather early, isn’t it? Jane, I like you, do you know, because you’re such an intelligent creature.
Jane (shouts). Yes, sir.