JOHN. But that was last Friday week; surely another bath wouldn’t be out of place by now!
(TULLY begins to remove trousers of pyjamas.)
PAMELA (alarmed). Mr. Tully—please—please not in my presence!
JOHN. For Heaven’s sake be decent—be decent!
TULLY (goes up to fireplace, gets behind screen and refastens strings of pyjamas). I’ve had enough of this.
JOHN (back to C.). Can’t you see the awful situation we’re in? If Trippett calls he’ll demand to see me; if the doctor comes he’ll expect to see Tully—and if they both come together—Heaven help us!
PAMELA. Hush—Sh! (Hurries up to window L.)
(JOHN and TULLY start back in fear.)
JOHN. What is it? What is it?