Walter. Escape?
Jack. It must be in the kitchen now!
Walter. I have a particularly heavy poker in my room, I’ll just fetch it.
Jack. And then?
Walter. We’ll see what then! (Has gone into bedroom L.)
Jack. This is a nice muddle! What asses we’ve been!
Stella. Yes, haven’t we?
Jack. By Jove! we have.
(Automaton comes in D. in F., followed by Mrs. Anderson with a telegram—they both go quickly into drawing-room R.)
Mrs. Anderson (calling as she goes). Telegrapheram, Mr. Everest, sir!