PAMELA (coming down). Ah! It’s nothing!
JOHN. Well, don’t do it, Pam. It unnerves me.
TULLY (coming down R.). I’d give anything to be out of this.
JOHN. Of course you would. Always thinking of yourself.
(TULLY stoops and pulls down leg of pyjamas.)
And don’t stretch those pyjamas!
TULLY. I don’t enjoy the best of health. I shan’t be a nuisance to you much longer.
JOHN. Why talk like that—you know you will.
(TULLY goes up to window R.)
PAMELA. I can’t say that I am enjoying the situation.