Mr. W. My dear, of course it is. I would give anything to see you free from pain.
Mrs. W. It is enough; my husband's wish is law to me. (To Ferdinand.) Apply your remedy, sir.
Fer. With pleasure. (Brings down large easy-chair.)
Walter (aside, appearing from behind screen at back). I am glad I made up my mind to see through this. Upon my soul, I'm beginning to admire Mrs. Watmuff. What ruffians these men are!
Fer. Now, my dear aunt, sit in this chair, and lean back. You will soon be free from pain.
Mr. W. Yes, my love, do just as Ferdinand tells you, and you will soon be free from pain.
Fer. (operating). All that you will feel is one sharp prick in the lobe of the ear,—there,—I haven't even drawn blood. Now for the bottle.
(As the water is applied, Mrs. Watmuff becomes gradually stiff and rigid; finally her eyes close, her hands drop, and she appears to be lifeless.)
Fer. Pretty process, isn't it?
Mr. W. Beautiful! How calm she is! I never saw her calmer.