Automaton. Yow-Yow. (She starts a little.)
Mrs. Anderson. The pore young lady is a-sittering in there.
Automaton. Tick-tick. Yow-yow! (Same business.)
Mrs. Anderson. Ain’t you in good ’ealth, Mr. Everest, sir?
Automaton. Yow-chuck, Yow-yow.
(Rises and makes mechanical exit to bedroom L.)
Mrs. Anderson (watching him). Pore-young-man!
(Enter Stella R.)
Mr. Everest have come back, mum; gone in his bedroom, mum; been to the pub.-house again, or I’m much mistook. Pore-young-man!
(Exit D. in F.)