Jack. Let’s have a proper look at this wonderful thing before the old lady comes.
(They fetch out chair with Walter seated on it and bring it down stage, where they wheel the chair right round so that the stunned Walter faces audience. He is hatless.)
Stella. Hasn’t it slipped down in the chair since we saw it last?
Jack. I don’t think so.
Stella. Look at its eyes—Jack, they’re opening—it’s moving!
Jack. Great Heavens! it’s being born!
Walter (half stunned and waking). Where am I?
Stella. It speaks!
Jack. It’s living!
Walter. I want a drink!