JOHN. I wouldn’t do anything in the world against his wishes. Keep still. Bertram!
(Moustache is cut off. JOHN goes down R. PAMELA goes down L. TULLY sits up in chair.)
I don’t know why you are making all this fuss. There’s practically nothing of it when you come to gather it up. There! I’ve never seen you look so handsome. (Placing moustache in waistcoat pocket.)
PAMELA. Really, I think it suits you, Mr. Tully.
TULLY. But don’t you see, the doctor’s already seen me with a moustache.
JOHN. Oh, lor!
TULLY. And this is my flute night down at the Mission. (Bell heard off L.)
PAMELA. It’s the doctor back again, I expect.
(Runs up to window L., looks off.)
JOHN (pulling TULLY out of chair.) Go on, get into bed. (Leads TULLY to door R.)