Walter. Because he’s yowling! Stop! Stella must stay in case Mrs. Everest comes. (Calls.) Mrs. Anderson! I want a cab!
(He and Jack rush out D. in F.)
Stella. I’m so excited I think I’ll play the piano in the other room.
(Exit R. to drawing-room and immediately plays and sings “Caressante.”)
(Automaton enters D. in F., in black frock-coat, but now hatless, goes to cupboard, paws at the door, goes and knocks over chair, then to table up L. and takes up a tumbler, brings it down mechanically to front C., half raises it, then lets it fall on the floor and sits by table R., facing audience and says:)
Automaton. Tick-tick-Yow.
(Mrs. Anderson enters D. in F. with a black frock-coat in tailor’s parcel, places it on table R. top end, then sees Automaton and comes out C., to speak.)
Mrs. Anderson. Oh, he’s there, are he? (Using handkerchief as she speaks.)
Automaton. Yow.
Mrs. Anderson. There’s a parcel from the tailoring folks with a message hopering as it were in time.