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 night! 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.
WHITWELL. Lucky for you, you witch.
CODDLE (_outside_). Jane!
JANE. Oh, sir, now pray be careful. He's as spiteful as spiteful. If he
finds you out, all the fat'll be in the fire.
WHITWELL. Be quite easy, Jane. To win Eglantine I'll be a horse-post, a
tomb-stone. Fire a thousand-pounder at my ear, and I'll not wink.
CODDLE (_outside_). Jane, Jane! I say.
JANE. Step into the garden, Mr. Whittermat; and when I ring the
dinner-bell, don't you take no notice.
WHITWELL. I'm fly. But ain't I hungry, though, by Jove! Don't forget me.