Jack. You are the thing you made.
Walter. Then where is myself—the other fellow?
Jack. Your esteemed creator left home before you began to exist, changed coats and went.
Walter. Changed coats? I never changed coats at all!
| Jack. | } | What? |
| Stella. |
Walter. The moment I tried to, the figure rose up and stunned me.
Stella (up to him, throws arms round him). It’s Walter!
(Enter Mrs. Anderson with telegram D. in F., and gives it. Jack opens it.)
Mrs. Anderson (seeing Walter). Ow! Ow! Lawk a floury me!