Jack. I wonder what you think of the world now you’ve come into it; what are your general impressions of mankind?
Walter. Was this why you locked me in the bedroom?
Walter. And are you going to keep this up?
Jack. Decidedly.
Walter. I can’t see much sense in it myself; however, if it pleases you—I’m going to have some lunch. (Goes up to table in recess.)
Jack (calls up). Mr. Davidson! (No answer.) I’ve made it angry. (Calls.) Mr. Davidson—I say, Davidson—Mr. Cyril Davidson—sir,—oh, it’s in a pet and declines to answer me.
(Stella enters D. in F.)
Stella. Jack, a boy brought this. (Gives note.)
Jack (tears it open). Jobbins is something like a detective. “Just seen Mr. Everest, he is running. Jobbins.”