Jack. Great goodness! Jobbins!
Jobbins. What’s left of him, sir!
Automaton (off at back). Yow-yow.
Jobbins (on his knees clings to Jack). I calls on you to protect me!
Jack. We must search this house from top to toe. You chase up, I’ll chase down. And if we don’t find him, meet here.
Jobbins. I’ll do that (they go up), meet here!
(Exeunt.)
Stella (looks in L.). Jack, she’s getting better—Jack! where are you? (Goes in again.)
(Jobbins enters D. in F., comes down, saying:)
Jobbins. Missed him! (Sits L. of R. table). I’ll just make out my little bill.