(As he is doing this, Automaton enters D. in F., comes down and has a spasm with his hands, knocking off Jobbins’ hat. Jobbins with a loud yell rushes out D. in F. Automaton knocks furniture about, etc., and goes into china cupboard. (He may throw a chair out of window first.) Stella comes in L. to see his final exit. She then goes up, looks into china cupboard after him—then comes downstage, calling in fright:)
Stella. Help! Help! Help!
(Jack and Jobbins bring Walter on between them D. in F., and bring him down C., and Mrs. Anderson enters L.)
Walter. Let me go, let me go, I say!
Stella. Jack, you’ve got the wrong man!
(They release him.)
Mrs. Anderson. There’s a telegrapheram, sir; is it for you or your twin?
Jack (snatches it and reads). From Mrs. Everest—“Potterfield fell out of his dogcart and broke his leg. The wedding is postponed.”
Stella. Postponed!
Jack. Congratulate you, old chap (shaking hands). Your fortune’s safe.