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Scene. — A parlor handsomely furnished, looking out on a garden; console in each corner; on one a lamp, a flower- vase on the other; door in flat, and doors right and left; window at right; gun standing in corner at left; table in front, left, with magazines, paper, pens, and ink; at right, front, an easy-chair, and small work-table, on which is a work-basket and hand-bell, Eglantine (sits at table, reading). Oh, what dull trash ! {Throws magazine down.) Ah, me ! I can take no interest even in Trollope. Life is a blank. (Comes forward.) Did ever any girl suffer as I do? Nothing to do, nobody to see, — only father to talk to, and he deaf as a post ! (Sits and looks at vase of flowers?) Well, I'll not stand this. These flowers have been here four days. Disgraceful ! (Rings.) Jane ! (Rings again. Etiter Jane with a letter, in flat.) Jane, how can you be so neglectful ? Look at these old dead flowers. Throw them away, and get me fresh at once. Jane. Yes, miss. Your pa is not here, miss ? Eglantine (Jumps up). No. Is it a caller? Jane. No, miss : a letter. . Eglantine. Only a letter! oh, dear! Never any visit- ors ; nothing but letters now, and none of them for me. I shall die, or go mad. (Sits.) Jane. Yes, miss: your pa is a very sot man, and won't never see no company, since he grew hard of hearing, three years ago. (Takes the flowers from' vase.) 4 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR. Eglantine. O Jane ! how can I bear it ? Life is so dull, so dull ! (Sods.) Jane (wiping^ lamp-glass). Yes, miss. And think of me, miss : took into service for my voice, and obligated to holler at your pa all day long. Holler? Yes; yell and scream, I calls it. Eglantine. Has nothing been heard from that aurist papa wrote to a month ago ! Jane. No, miss ; not a word. Dear, dear ! I shall be a dummy in six months, I'm sure. I hain't no more voice now than a frog. Eglantine. Ha, ha ! It's very sad, Jane. Ha, ha, ha ! Jane. Don't laugh at the misfortunate, Miss Eglantine : 'tain't lucky. Eglantine. Forgive me, Jane : I didn't mean to. I be- lieve I'm hysterical; and no wonder, — shut up by myself like this, at nineteen. Jane. No wonder you finds it a bit dull, miss. I don't wonder at it, — not a mite. Eglantine. And papa seems resolved to Iceep me un- married. Half a dozen proposals already ! and he's refused them all. Jane. Yes, miss ; so he have. He says regular, " Not the son-in-law for me." What kind does he expect, I won- der ? A angel ? Eglantine. I'm afraid so, Jane. And it's got so bad that nobody now has the courage to offer, a refusal is so certain. (Sobs.) Or else I'm sure that gentleman who danced the whole evening with" me a month ago at Lady Thornton's — ' JAne. Yes, miss: I've heard you mention him often. Eglantine. He was dying to offer himself, I'm sure, from the way he looked at me. But somebody has warned him, of course. (Weeps.) O Jane, how tedious, how tedious life is ! Jane. Yes, miss ; tedious as tedious ! But here comes master. Where is that letter? Oh ! here it be. (Enter Singleton Coddle, door R.) Coddle (book in hand, from which he reads.) "Deafness is one of the most distressing afflictions which can attack mankind." Ah ! distressing indeed ! How true ! how pro- foundly true ! * NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON T HEAR. 5 Jane {shouts in his ear). A letter for you, sir. {Holds it before his eyes.) Coddle. Ah, Jane ! you here ? And Eglantine too. {Takes letter.) You needn't stick letters into my eye, Jane : you only need tell me you have them. (Sits.) Eglantine. Possibly another offer for me. If I could only manage to peep over his shoulder ! Jane. No need, miss. He's sure to read it out. He can't never hear his own voice, and don't know but he's reading to himself. He thinks out loud too ; and I knows every thing he has on his mind. It's quite a blessing, really. Coddle. (Puts on glasses ; catches sight of Eglantine.) Tut, tut, Eglantine ! Go away, child. This is for me, not you. Ten to one it's confidential too! (Crosses left, and reads aloud.) "My dear Coddle, I flatter myself I have found a son-in-law to your taste at last, — a nephew of mine, young, well educated, brilliant, arid rich. Yours truly, Pot- tle." Jane. Didn't I tell you so, miss ? Coddle. Ah ! all very well, all very well, friend Pottle ; but not the man for me. Jane. There, miss, just what I told ye. Eglantine. I shall be in despair ; I shall go crazy. Jane. Easy, miss, easy. Don't go into no* tantrums. For mercy's sake, calm yourself. Eglantine. Calm myself ! When life is the same dull round day after day ! Calm myself ! When I never see even a strange cat ! Calm myself ! Oh, I cannot endure it ! (Exit R., furious.) Jane (carrying out the vase): Poor young critter ! Her pa ain't got no sense. — Ugh ! you old yaller dog ! (Exit L.) Coddl?. Ah ! deafness is indeed a distressing affliction. (Shakes his head. ■ A pause.) Still every cloud has its silver side. Without my deafness I never could have survived the conversation — God forgive me ! — of my poor dear wife. It killed her; for, finding me providentially beyond her reach, her loquacity struck in, and — there she was. But now an inscrutable Providence has taken her from me, (Sighs deeply) it would console me to hear a little. The doctors say they can do nothing. Ignorant rascals! I wrote to a fellow who advertises to cure deafness instantaneously by electro-acoustico magnetism, and the impudent impostor 6 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR. hasn't taken the trouble to answer. The whole world seems determined to thwart me. {Takes book again, and reads) "In treatihg deafness, it should first be ascertained whether the tympanum be thickened Or perforated, and whether also the minute bones of the auricular organ are yet intact." {Sticks tittle finger in his eat) I think they're all right. (Reads.) " And, further, be certain that the Eustachian tube is free from obstruction." I wonder whether my Eustachian tube is obstructed. I must get jane to look. I wonder where she is. Jane! (Rings. Enter J ane l. ; drops fiower-pot.) Jane! Jane. He don't hear nothing. It's quite a pleasure to smash things when he's round. Coddle, jane ! Jane (picks up pieces). Bah! who cares for you? I'll answer when I'm ready. Coddle. Jane! 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 Pve 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 ttibe is obstructed. Jane. Eustachian tube ? What is the old fool after now ? Coddle. Look in. Why don't you look in? 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. NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR. ? 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. Coddle. And so much attached to me. Jane {shouts). Yes, sir. Coddle. Yes ; a very faithful, good, affectionate servant, Jane. .1 haven't forgotten you in my will, Jane. You'll find I've got you down there. I won't say how much, but some- thing handsome, depend on it, — something handsome. (Sits down, and takes up book again.) Jane. Something handsome ! Five hundred dollars ! I've heard him say so a score of times. He calls that hand- some for busting my voice in his service. The old rat ! I hate such mean goings-on. (Cries outside.) Voices. Stop him, stop him ! Jane (runs to window). Eh? what's that? (Gun fired under window.) Coddle. Yes, Jane, you'll be satisfied, I promise you. (AnotJier gun heard.) Heaven will reward you for your care of me, my faithful girl. (Looks up) Why, where the devil has the woman gone to ? Jane (at window). Good gracious ! I say, you feller down there ! Lord V mercy! Get away from here ! This is private property. Coddle (goes to window). Why, Jane, you seem quite excited. Jane (shouts in his ear). Man with a gun in your garden. . smashing the melon-frames, treading on the flower-beds I — Hey, you feller ! Police i (Noise of breaking glass) Coddle {looks out). The villain is smashing every thing I have in the world ! Another melon-frame ! Jane, hand me my gun! I'll shoot the rascal i (Seizes gun, Jane takes up a broom) Follow me, Jane ; follow me. The infernal scoun- drel! Jane. Drat the impident rogue ! (Both exeunt door in fiat.) (Enter Washington Whitwell, left, gun in hand. Slams door behind hi7n, advances on tiptoe, finger on trigger — glances around) Whitwell. Wrong again. Not here. What can have become of the creature ! {Sets gun down) He certainly 8 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR. ran into this house ! Egad ! whose house is it, by the way? Never saw a finer hare in my life. In all my experience I never saw a finer hare ! . I couldn't have bought him in the market under thirty cents. (Rises.) He's cost me a pretty penny, though. Up at six for a day's shooting. ' Dog starts a hare in ten minutes. Aim ! Hare goes off, gun don't. Bad cap. Off / go, however, hot foot after him. He runs into a thicket. Rustic appears. I hail him. " Hallo; friend ! A dollar if you'll start out that hare." A dollar for a hare worth thirty cents ! say thirty-five. Out he comes ; dog after him. Aim again. This time gun goes off, dog don't. Shot him. Worth forty dollars. Total so far, forty-one dollars. Load again. Hare gives me a run of five miles. Stop to rest ; drop asleep. Wake up, and see hare not ten yards away, munching a cabbage. Gun again, and after him. He jumps over a fence ; I jump over a fence. He comes down on his fore-paws ; / come down on my fore-paws. He recovers his equilibrium; I recover mine (on the flat of my back). Suddenly I observe myself to be hunted by an army of rustics, my dollar friend among them, — well-meaning people, no doubt, — asmed with flails, forks, harrows, and ploughs, and greedy for my life. They shout ; I run. And here I am, after smashing fifty dollars' worth of glass and things ! Total, including dog, ninety-one dollars, not to mention fine for breaking melon- frames by some miserable justice's court, say twenty dollars more ! Grand total, let me see : yes, a hundred and twenty dollars, more or less, for a hare worth thirty-five cents ! say forty. (Noise outside.) Ha ! no rest for the wicked here. (Picks up gun, rushes for door in flat — met by Coddle; runs to door at left — met by Jane.) Caught,»by Jupiter ! (Falls into a e/uzir.) Coddle. We've got the villain. Seize him, Jane, seize him ! Jane. Surrender, young man, in the name of the Conti- nental Congress. (Collars him, and takes away his gun.) Whitwell. This is a pretty fix. Coddle. How dare you, sir, violate my privacy? knock down my walls? smash my melon-frames? fire your abomi- nable gun under my window, sir? Jane. Lord 'a' mercy ! The young man might have killed me. Oh, you assassinating wretch ! NONE SO DEAF AS THjDSE WHO WON'T HEAR. 9 Coddle. The police will have a few words to say to you before you're an hour older, you burglar ! Whitwell. The deuce ! Coddle. What's your name, sir ? * Jane. Ay, what's your name ? Tell us that. This is a hanging matter, I'd have you to know. Whitwell {stammering). My name ? er — er — Whit — no — er — mat. Jane {shouts in Coddle's ear). He says his name is Whittermat. Furrin of course. Mercy! what an escape ! Whitwell {aside). Good idea that. I'm a foreigner! I'll keep it up. Jane. Didn't you hear me call to you, you man-slaugh- terer ? Are you deaf ? Whitwell {aside). Deaf! Another good idea. I'll keep that up. Coddle. What does he say, Jane ? Jane. He don't say nothink, sir. Whitwell {aside). Now for it. May I ask for a bit of paper ? {Makes signs of writing) Coddle. What does the scamp say ? Jane {shouts). He wants some paper. Coddle. Paper! Impudent scoundrel ! I'll paper him, and ink him too ! j Whitwell. {Sees paper on table) Ah ! {Sits.) Jane. He's going to write some wizard thing. He'll vanish in a flame of fire, I warrant ye ! Whitwell (gives paper to Jane). Here, young woman. Jane {to Coddle). Take it, sir. I dar'n't hold it. Ugh ! Coddle. What's this ? "I am afflicted with total deaf- ness." Ha, delightful ! He says he's deaf. Thank Heaven for all its mercies. He's deaf. Stone deaf ! Jane. Deef! Coddle. So you're deaf, eh ? {Points to ears) Deaf ? Whitwell. Third term, by all means. You're right. Gen. Grant, as you say, of course. Coddle. Deaf ! He is indeed. A Heaven-sent son- in-law ! My idea realized ! Heaven has heard my prayers at last. Jane. Son-in-law ! Mercy presarve us all ! Coddle. Delightful young man! I must have a little confidential talk with him, Jane. But don't you go. 10 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR. Jane. A deef son-in-law ! Lord 'a' mercy ! must I have a pair on 'em on my hands ! Coddle. My afflicted friend, pray take a chair. (Whit- well takes no notice.) Delicious ! he don't hear a sound. (Louder.) Take a seat. (Shouts.) Seat ! Whitwell {bows). Nothing to eat : thanks. Coddle. Charming! Overflowing with intellect. Never again disbelieve in special providences. {Signs to Whit- Well to sit down.) Whitwell {points to easy-chair). After you, venerable sir. Coddle. The manners of a prince of the blood ! Kind Heaven, I thank thee ! {Both sit.) Jane. Deary me, deary me ! A pair of posts, like, and nary a trumpet between 'em, except me* Coddle {looks at Whitwell). Young man, you look surprised at the interest I take in you. Whitwell. No, sir, I prefer shad. Coddle. What does he say ? {Jumps up.) Jane, who knows but he's already married ! {Sits, shouts.) Have you a wife ? Whitwell. Yes, sir ; always with a knife. Jane (shouts). Have you a wife ? A wife r Whitwell. All my life ? Yes. Jane (shouts). I say, have you a wife? Whitwell. A wife? No. Jane. Drat him ! he's single, and marries Eglantine for sartain. Coddle. He said no, I thought. (Shouts.) Are you a bachelor ? (Shouts.) A bachelor ? Bachelor ? (Projects his ear*) Whitwell. Yes. Coddle (shouts). What do you say ? Whitwell (roars). Yes ! By Jove, his deaf, and no mistake. Coddle. He said yes, didn't he? (Rises.) A bachelor! Glorious ! (Roars.) Will you dine with us ? Whitwell. Lime-juice ? with the shad ? delicious ! Coddle. Dine with us? Whitwell. With the greatest pleasure. Coddle. Haven't the leisure ? Oh, yes, you have ! We'll dine early. I'll take no refusal. — Jane, dinner at five. NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON T HEAR. 1 1 Jane. Yes, sir. {Courtesies) Yah, old crosspatch ! with your providential son-in-laws, and your bachelors, and your dine-at-fives. Coddle. No, thank you, Jane ; not fish-balls. Curried lamb I prefer. Go, give the order at once. Jane. Bah ! with your fish-balls and your curries. Oh, if it wasn't for that trumpery legacy ! Yah ! {Exit l., snarl- Coddle. Faithful Jane ; invaluable friend ! What should I do without her? Whitwell {loudly), My dear sir, is it possible you suffer such insolence ? Coddle {shouts). You're quite right Yes, a perfect treasure, my young friend, A model, I assure you. Whitwell {aside), Well, after that, deaf isn't the word for it. Coddle {rises, shuts doors and window, sets gun in comer, then sits near Whitwell. Shouts.) Now, my dear friend, let us have a little talk ; a confidential talk, eh ! Whitwell. Confidential, in a bellow like that! < Coddle {shouts). I wish to be perfectly frank, I asked you to dinner, not that you might eat Whitwell (aside). What for, then, I'd like to know? Coddle {shouts). Had you been a married man, I would have sent you to jail with pleasure ; but you're a bachelor. Now, I'm a father, with a dear daughter as happy as the day is long. Possibly in every respect you may not suit her., Whitwell {picks up hat). Does the old dolt mean to insult me ! Coddle {shouting). But you suit me, my friend, to a T *, and I offer you her hand, plump, no more words about it. Whitwell. Sir; {Aside.) She's humpbacked, I'll stake , my life, a dromedary ! Coddle {shouts). Between ourselves, sir, —in the strictest confidence, mind, —she will bring you a nest-egg of fifty thousand dollars. Whitwell {aside). A double hump, then, beyond all doubt. Not a dromedary, — a camel ! a backtrian ! {Bows.) {Shouts.) Sir, I appreciate the honor, but I — {Going.) Coddle. Not so fast ; you can't go to her yet. If you could have heard a word she said, you shouldn't have my daughter. Do you catch my idea ? 12 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE" WHO WONT HEAR. Whitwell {shouts). With great difficulty, like my hare. Coddle (shouts). Perhaps you may not have noticed that I'm- a trifle deaf. Whitwell. Ha, ha! a trifle deaf! I should say so. (Shouts.) I think I did notice it. Coddle. A little hard of hearing, so to speak. Whitwell (shouts). You must be joking. * Coddle. Effect of smoking? Tut! I never smoke, — or hardly ever. You see, young man, I live here entirely alone with my daughter. She talks with nobody but 7?ie, and is as happy as a bird the livelong day. * Whitwell (aside). She must have a sweet old time of it. Coddle. Now, suppose I were to take for a son-in-law one of the dozen who have already teased my life out for her, — a fellow with his ears entirely normal : of course they'd talk together in their natural voice, and force me to be incessantly calling out, " What's that you're saying ? " " I can't hear ; say that again." You understand ? Ah ! the young are so selfish. The thing's preposterous, of course. Now, with a son-in-law like yourself, — deaf as a door-post, — this, annoyance couldn't happen. You'd shout at your wife, she'd shout back, of course, and I'd hear the whole conversation. Catch the idea ? Whitwell (shouts). Fear? Oh, no! I ain't afraid. (Aside.) The old scoundrel looks out for number one, don't he? ( Enter Jane, door in f., with visiting-card) Coddle (shouts). It's a bargain, then ? Shake hands on it, my boy. I get an audible son-in-law, you, a charming wife. Whitwell (aside). Charming, eh ? Ah ! she with a double hump on her back, and he has the face to say she's charming. Jane. Oh, dear! we're in for another deefy in the family. (Shouts) A gentleman to see you, sir. Coddle. Partridges? Yes, Jane, they'll do nicely. (Shouts.) Now, my boy, before you see your future bride, you'll want to fix up a little, eh ? (Points to door, R.) Step in there, my dear friend, and arrange your dress. Whitwell (shakes his head). (Shouts.) Distress ? Not a bit. It delights me, sir. (Aside.) This scrape I'm in begins toJook alarming. NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WONT HEAR. 1 3 Coddle. The dear boy ! he is deaf, indeed. (Pushes him out.) Be off, lad, be off. F"ind all you want in there. (Motions to brush his hair, &*c.) Brushes, combs, collars, and a razor. (Exit Whitwell, r.) I felt certain a merciful Providence would send me the right husband for Eglantine at last. Jane, you here yet ? Set the table for four, remem- ber. Every thing's settled. He accepts. What have you there ? a card ? Jane (shouts). Yes, sir. Oh, you old botheration ! Coddle. Good heavens ! Jane. Lawks ! what now ? Coddle. The man himself. Jane. What man ? Land's sake ! he'll be the death of me. Coddle. In the library at this moment ! Dear, faithful, affectionate Jane, wish me joy ! The doctor has come at last ! (Exit R. 1 e.) (Eglantine enters r. as her father runs out.) Eglantine. Jane, is any thing the matter with papa ? Isn't he well? Jane. Yes, miss, he's well enough. He's found that son-in-law of his'n, — that angel ! Eglantine. Angel ? son-in-law ? Jane. That's all the matter .with him. Eglantine. Son-in-law ? Good heavens ! Where is he? Jane. In that there room, a-cleaning hisself. Eglantine. Did you see him? Is he young? Is he handsome ? Jane (impressively). You've heared of the sacrifice of Abraham, Miss Eglantine? Eglantine. Certainly. Jane (slowly). Well, 'tain't a circumstance to the sacrifice of Coddle ! . Eglantine. Jane, what do you mean ? Jane. Maybe you know, miss, that, in the matfer of hearing, your pa is deficient ? Eglantine. Yes, yes ! Go on. Jane {slowly). Alongside of the feller he's picked out for your beau, your pa can hear the grass grow on the mounting- top, easy ! Eglantine. Deaf? 14 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON T HEAR. Jane. Not deef, miss; deef ain't a touch to it. Eglantine. Deaf? if s out of the question ! I won't have him! I refuse him! A hundred thousand times I refuse such a husband. Jane. Quite right, miss. He'd be the death of me. Your pa can't marry you without your consent : don't give it. Eglantine. Never ! They don't know me. Cruel ! cruel ! ( Weeps.) Jane. So it be, Miss Eglantine ; so it be. I never see the beat on't. Better give him the mitten out of hand, miss. Eglantine. Instantly, if he were here. The wretch ! How dare he ? . Jane. I'll call him. {To door. Knocks.) Mr. Whit- termat ! I say ! — He's furrin, miss. — Mr. Whittermat ! {Knocks furiously.) (Whitwell comes out of chamber ; sees Eglantine.) Whitwell {aside). Ha ! my partner at Lady Thornton's ! Eglantine {aside). Why, this is the gentleman I danced with at Sir Edward's! What nonsense is this about his being deaf? Jane, this gentleman hears as well as I do my- self. What do you mean ? Jane. Does he, miss ? Reckon not. You shall see. . Whitwell {aside). How annoying I can't give a hint to Miss Coddle ! If that troublesome minx were only out of the way, now ! Jane {in ordinary voice). Young man, you may suit Mr. Coddle, and I des'say ypu does, but you don't suit here. So git up and git. Eglantine. Jane ! Jane. Pshaw ! Miss Eglantine, he can't hear nary a sound. Whitwell {aside). You couldn't, if my finger and thumb were to meet on your ear, you vixen! {To Eglantine.) Miss Coddle is excessively, kind to receive me with such condescending politeness. Ja*te. Ha, ha, ha ! I told you so, Miss Eglantine. He thinks I paid him 3 compliment, sartain as yeast. Eglantine. Very strange ! When I met this poor gen- tleman at Lady Thornton's, he was not afflicted in this way. Jane. Wasn't he, miss? Well, he's paying for all his sins now. rt's providential, I've no doubt. Whitwell {aloud). Pity me, Miss Coddle, A dreadful NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR. IC misfortune has befallen me since I had the pleasure of meet- ing you at the Thorntons'. My horse fell with me, and in falling I struck on my head. I have been totally deaf ever since. Eglantine. Poor, poor young man ! My heart bleeds for him. Whitwell. " Ordinary conversation I am incapable of hearing ; but you, Miss Coddle, whose loveliness has never been absent from my memory since that happy day, you I am certain I could understand with ease. My eyes will help me to interpret the movements of your lips. Speak to me, and the poor sufferer whose sorrows awake your healing pity will surely hear. Eglantine. Can this be possible ? Whitwell. You said, "Can this be possible?" I am sure. • Eglantine. Yes. Whitwell. I knew it. Jane. The dickens ! Can he hear with his eyes ? (Aside.) I hope old Coddle won't never get that 'ere accomplishment. Eglantine. Oh, how sad ! What a misfortune ! But a deaf husband! Oh, impossible! (Exit slowly, I. u., much distressed.) Whitwell (follows to door). Stay, oh, stay, Miss Coddle ! Jane (laughing). Ha, ha ! Don't flatter yourself, puppy. She's not for you, jolterhead ! Whitwell (shakes Jane violently). I'm a jolterhead, am I ? A puppy, am I ? Jane. Lord forgive me, I do believe he can hear ! (Drops into chair.) Whitwell (pulls her up). Yes, vixen ! For you I hear perfectly. For your master, it suits me to be deaf. And, if you dare to betray me, I'll let him know your treachery. I heard your impudent speeches, every one of them. Jane. Oh, for mercy's sake, Mr. Whittermat, don't do that! My hair would turn snow in a single ni^ht! Think of my legacy ! Whitwell. Silence for silence, then, you wretched woman. Jane. Certainly, certainly, Mr. Whittermat. Besides, now you ain't deaf no longer, I like you first-rate. I accept your addresses j'yful. . 1 6 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR. Whitwell. Lucky for you, you witch. 'Coddle ( Coddle. A miracle ! A perfect miracle. Wonderful electro-acoustico-galvanism ! I can hear! I can hear! I can hear ! * {Enter Eglantine.) • 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-gal- vanico — 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. Eglantine {aside). Perhaps he can be cured, then. {Shoiits.) Dearest papa, you cannot conceive how delighted I am. Coddle. Whisper, Eglantine, for Heaven's sake ! You torture me ! NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON T HEAR. \J Eglantine {shouts). Yes, papa. Coddle. Sh — sh — for mercy's sake ! Eglantine (softly). Forgive me, papa, it's habit. O papa, I've seen him! Coddle (aside). I hear every word. Seen whom ? Eglantine. The gentleman you have chosen for my husband. Coddle. Husband? Oh, ah! I'd forgotten him. (Aside.) I really am cured ! Eglantine. Poor young man ! I was miserable at first. I cried, oh, so hard ! 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. Coddle. Not another word, my love, about that horrible deaf fellow ! I asked him to dine here to-day, like an old ass ; but I'll pack him off immediately after. Eglantine (angrily). Another offer thrown away ! Papa, you will kill me with your cruelty. (Weeps.) Coddle. Pooh, darling, I've another, much better offer on hand. I got a letter this morning from my friend Pottle. His favorite nephew — charming fellow. Eglantine (sobbing). I won't take him. Coddle. Eglantine, a capital offer, I tell you. Capital ! Young, brilliant, rich. Eglantine. I won't take him! I won't take him! I won't take him ! (Stamps.) Coddle. But, Eglantine — 18 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR. Eglantine. No, no, no, no, no ! I'll die an old maid first! I'll kill myself if I can't marry the man I love. {Exit, weeping) Coddle. {Solus) The image of her mother! The villain has bewitched her ! And to think I've asked him to dinner! A scamp I don't know, and never heard of, and who came into my house like a murderer, smashing all my hot- houses! Confound him, I'll insult him till he can't see out of his eyes ! I'll dine him with a vengeance ! And I'll hand him over to the police afterwards for malicious mis- chief—the horrid deaf ruffian ! The audacity of daring to demand my daughter's hand ! Deaf as he is ! {Bell heard) Ha! what's that infernal noise ? A fire? {Opens window) Bah ! Jane ringing the dinner-bell. Stop, stop, stop that devilish tocsin ! {Looks down into garden) There sits the miscreant, reading a paper, and hearing nothing of a bell loud enough to wake the dead. Detestable blockhead! There goes Jane to call him. Faithful Jane! I long to witness the joy which irradiates her face, dear soul, when I tell her I can hear. She loves me so sincerely ! {Calls.) Jane! — A servant of an extinct species. None like her nowadays. Jane, Jane ! {Enter Jane with svup-tureen.) I've news for you, my faithful Jane. Jane. Oh, shut up ! Coddle. Eh ! {Looks round in bewilderment) Jane {sets table, puts soup, &c, on it). There's your soup, old Coddle. Mollycoddle, I calls you ! Coddle {aside). Bless my soul ! she's speaking to me, I think. Can it be possible ? Mollycoddle ! Jane. If it war'n't for that tuppenny legacy, old Cod, I'd do my best to pop you into an asylum for idiots. YarJ (Exit, c, meets Whitwell.) Coddle. Old Cod ! So this is her boasted fidelity, her undying affection! Why, the faithless, abominable, un- grateful, treacherous vixen ! But her face is enough to show the vile blackness of her heart ! I've suspected her for months. After all my kindness to her, too ! And the money I've bequeathed her. She sha'n't stay another twenty- four hours in my house. {Sees Whitwell.) Nor you either, you swindling vagabond. Whitwell. Hallo, the wind's shifted with a vengeance 1 {Shouts) Thank you, you're very kind. I accept your sug- gestion with great pleasure. NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON T HEAR. 1 9 Coddle. Confound his impertinence! {Bows.) Very- sorry I invited you, you scampi Hope you'll find my dinner uneatable. * Whitwell. What can have happened? Does he sus- pect me ? (Shouts.) Very true ; a lovely prospect indeed. Coddle. Bah ! the beast ! A man as deaf as this fellow (bows, and points to table) should be hanged as a warning. {Politely.) This is your last visit here, I assure you. Whitwell. If it were only lawful to kick one's father-in- law, I'd do it on the spot. (Snouts.) m Your unvarying kind- ness to a mere stranger, sir, is an honor to human nature. Coddle (points). Take a chair, sir. (Pulls away best tchair, and goes for another..) No, no : shot if he shall have the best chair in the house ! If he don't like it, he can lump it. Whitwell. Mighty polite 1 Ah \ I see. He's testing me. I'll humor him. Coddle (returns with a staot). Here's the proper seat for you, you pig ! (Shouts.) 1 offer you this with the great- est pleasure. Whitwell (shouts). Thanks, thanks. (Drops voice.) You intolerable old brute ' Coddle. Ha ! Whitwell*(^w/w^- politely). If you're ever my father- in-law, I'll show you how to treat a gentleman. Coddle. His father-in-law! I'll give Eglantine to a coal-heaver first, — the animal ! (Shouts.) Pray be seated, (drops voice) and choke yourself. Whitwell (shouts). One gets a very fine appetite after a hard day's sport. • (Drops voice) Atrocious old ruffian ! Coddle. Old ruffian ! This is insufferable. (They sit) Whitwell (shouts). Will not Miss Coddle dine with us to-day? • Coddle. Jackanapes ! Not if I know it. (Shouts.) She's not well. This soup is cold, I fear. {Offers some) Whitwell. Eat it yourself, old foozle. (Bows cour- teously a refusal) Coddle. Infamous puppy! (Shouts) Nay, I insist. (Drops voice) It's smoked, — just fit for you. Whitwell (shouts). Thanks, no : never eat soup. (Drops voice) Old savage, lucky for you I adore your lovely daughter ! 20 NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON T HEAR. Coddle. Shall I pitch this tureen at his head? — Jane! {Enter Jane with a dish.) Take off the soup, Jane. This gentleman won't have any. What have you there ? Jane {shouts). Partridge and spinach, sir. {Puts dish on table.) Whitwell {shouts). A delicious dish, Mr. Coddle, — my favorite. Coddle {shouts). Yes ? {Puts partridge on his own plate.) Jane can't boil spinach. I hate spinach. {Helps Whitwell to the spinach.) Whitwell {rises). 1 can't stand this. This is a little too much ! Coddle {shouts). Nothing more ? Good ! {Drops voice.) Get rid of you all the sooner. —Jane, cigars. Give me a Havana ; hand Mr. Whittermat a stogy. {Crosses to R.) Whitwell {aside, furious). How much longer shall I stand this ? Jane {aside to Whitwell). Hush ! He don't know you hear him. Don't upset your fish-kittle. Whitwell {aside). Very well. I'd like to drop him into it. Jane. Hoity, toity! Now see me. We'll have a little fun with the old sheep. Coddle. Jane, where are those cigars? * Jane {takes box from console, and offers it; shouts). Here they be. ' {Drops voice?) Jackass ! tyrant ! muttonhead ! I hope they'll turn your stomick.- Coddle {seizes her ear). What? You infamous minx! I a jackass ? I a tyrant ? I a muttonhead ? {Pulls her round?) I'm a sheep, am I? I'm a mollycoddle, am ' I ? You call me an idiot, do you ? Jane {screams). Ah ! he hears, he hears. Coddle. You'll have a little fun out of the old sheep, will you? You tell me to shut up, eh? Clap me into an asylum, will you ? {Lets go her ear) Jane A miracle ! I'm dead. {Crosses to l., screaming.) {Enter Eglantine.) Eglantine. Papa ! . For heaven's sake, what is the matter ? Whitwell {stupefied). 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