PAMELA. Why you! You, of course. There was no one else here when the doctor came, and some one had to be ill in bed.
JOHN. But not in a—chair! I know this game backwards. If you can get five hundred in bed, you can’t get fifty in a chair. (To TULLY.) You’ve mucked up the whole show!
TULLY. I’m quite sure I didn’t want to do it. (Turns his back on JOHN.)
JOHN (holding forth). And it’s not very flattering to me if he goes out and about and becomes known as John Ayers.
TULLY. I simply did it to oblige your wife.
JOHN. If you are in the habit of getting into those things simply to oblige ladies, you’ll soon find yourself in the Divorce Court.
TULLY. Don’t be cruel. (Going R.)
PAMELA. It’s no use arguing. The doctor has only gone a little way, and he’ll be back here at any minute.
JOHN (to PAMELA). Surely you could have kept the doctor waiting a little while, or made some excuse?
PAMELA. What possible excuse could I make? Last time he called I said you were in your bath.