(They again approach.)
Jack. This young lady is very anxious to make your acquaintance, Mr. Davidson!
(Walter smashes crockery with a beer bottle; they start and come down in fright, then approach again.)
Stella. Please, Mr. Davidson!
Walter (turns). Oh, you’ve come back; has Jack told you what he’s playing at?
(He comes down a little—they retreat from him.)
Jack. Isn’t it wonderful! Calls me Jack!
Walter (as they are staring at him). When you’ve done staring, perhaps you’ll drop this.
Stella. Jack, I can’t believe it! (Walter walks about in rage.)
Jack. At first I couldn’t, but there is a difference, I begin to see it, a very subtle difference; watch how it moves; aren’t its joints a little stiff and so on?