Stella. Running?
Jack. The electric individual is in there.
Stella. You let it out? What is it doing?
Jack. Lunching.
Walter (at table in alcove, mixing salad). Nothing here but salad! (With beer bottle.) Beer, who wants beer?
Jack. Knows all about everything!
Stella. It’s been listening in the cupboard before it lived. (Pause and then asks.) Should we speak to it?
Jack. It’s very bad-tempered, but I daresay it won’t hurt you. (They go up.) I say, Davidson!
Walter. Bah! (They start back.)
Stella. Poor thing! tell it it’s amongst friends.