STELLA. Poor thing! tell it it’s amongst friends.
(_They again approach._)
JACK. This young lady is very anxious to make your acquaintance, Mr.
Davidson!
(_WALTER smashes crockery with a beer bottle; they start and come down
in fright, then approach again._)
STELLA. Please, Mr. Davidson!
WALTER (_turns_). Oh, _you’ve_ come back; has Jack told you what he’s
playing at?
(_He comes down a little--they retreat from him._)
JACK. Isn’t it wonderful! Calls me Jack!
WALTER (_as they are staring at him_). When you’ve done staring,
perhaps you’ll drop this.