R the entry to drawing-room. There are curtains at each side of the window recess, And a Grandfather’s clock against wall, front of china cupboard.] THE ELECTRIC MAN SCENE.--_WALTER’S rooms in London. Moderately furnished sitting-room._ _On table R. a newspaper and two unopened letters._ _The table up in the alcove is set for luncheon._ _WALTER’S brown bowler is lying on chair or sofa L._ _The cupboard door has a spring so that it closes of itself when left open, a string being also tacked across the inside of the door so that WALTER can pull the door to after him at end of play. A large bamboo rocking-chair is used for the figure, and is easily moved and turned as directed._ (_Enter JACK and MRS. ANDERSON D. in F._) MRS. ANDERSON. It’s as I thought, sir, the pore young gent isn’t up. JACK (_looks at his watch_). Was he late last night? MRS. ANDERSON. Oh, yes, sir, as I happens to know being woked up sudden, thinkering to hear a burgular, which was only Master Walter Everest, the gent I does for, a-creepering and a-crawlering upstairs. JACK. Is he often like that? (_Takes up and looks at letters on table and puts them down again._) MRS. ANDERSON. Lawk a floury! no, sir, only breaks out occasional when his work’s bad. Mr. Everest is a chemist and electerician. JACK. Been working hard lately? MRS. ANDERSON. I believes as he have something very musterious and secret inventering at this here identical period of time, some mustery as he keeps in that there cupboard which the door is always locked constant. Oh, very musterious--and queer smells a-penetratering and perfuncteroring the house. Oh, here he are, sir. (_WALTER’S door L. opens. She exits D. in F._) (_WALTER stumbles in L. He is not to look dissipated, but to act it._) WALTER. Hullo, hullo! whose head is this? It isn’t mine, it can’t be mine. Stop! (_Sits top of R. table._) Stop! (_Picks up newspaper._) Morning paper, who wants morning paper? (_Throws it on floor behind him, and JACK, who is watching him, picks it up. WALTER opens letter._) Letters, who wants letters?--oh, one from my tailor, “We greatly regret delay in delivery of your new black coat. We will despatch it to reach your residence without fail to-day. May we remind you that your account----?” No, you may _not_ remind me. (_JACK gives him a rousing smack on the back._) Hullo, Jack, where did you spring from? JACK. Came to town this morning. (_Clasp hands._) WALTER. Jack, I’m very ill. I haven’t been out of doors till last night for weeks. Nothing but work at what my father left me. He gave _his_ lifetime to it and then left it to me. It ought to have been the invention of the age. I went on the spree last night, when the whole thing failed.