JOHN. And it was rather late to rouse Chalmers, so Tully offered me a shakedown at his place, and I stayed there.
PAMELA. There’s a good deal of Tully about it. But if you lost your latch-key, how did you get in just now?
JOHN (smiling). Oh, I found the key afterwards.
PAMELA. Well, give it to me.
(JOHN hesitates.)
Give it to me, please. (JOHN obeys. She goes up to fireplace.) While I pay the rent of the flat——
JOHN. Oh, don’t say that. It isn’t cricket, Pam, to throw the rent up in my face. After all, it was you who made me give up my office in the city.
PAMELA. For the simple reason you were making——
JOHN. I was making a profit of five pounds a week!