Walter. My father’s instructions were to make the man I was creating a handsome, good-looking fellow, according to the very best available model. All you’ve got to do is to produce the dead figure and say it’s me. I’ll go away to Brighton; they can’t in common decency marry before the funeral.
Jack. Then it seems you made an electric man. My chief doubt is it won’t be like enough.
Walter. Come and see!
(Music. He takes key from pocket, unlocks door of cupboard, and a man in black frock-coat, with black bowler, is seen seated with back to audience.)
Stella. Oh, how wonderful! (Looking in.)
Jack. Wonderful! (Looking in.)
Stella. Walter, that is you!
(Bell rings off D. in F.)
Walter. Bell!—that may be my stepmother! (He quickly closes cupboard.) We might go into the other room. I call it my drawing-room, because there is a piano and three gold-fish in a bowl.
(Stella goes into room R.)