Jack. That’s not flesh and blood. (Pulling its nose.)
Stella. It seems to want to explain something.
Jack. It will never get the chance of that. (Lighting a candle from mantel R.)
Stella. Poor thing! are you tired of living? (Groan.)
Jack. How can it answer you?
Stella. I believe it could if you took the gag out of its mouth.
Jack. Hold the candle under its nose. (Groan.)
Stella. No, no, no! (Jack puts candle on table.)
Jack (with pin from waistcoat). I want to see what it will do when I stick this pin in it. (Groan.)
Stella. No, no!