(PAMELA staggers back from door. JOHN backs up a little rather frightened.)
JOHN. That’s done it!
(TULLY dashes into room—makes a dive for door L. JOHN catches him and swings him into chair L.C. TULLY has blanket round his shoulders and head. He half sits, half lies, in chair in a collapsed condition.)
TULLY. Let me go—let me go!
JOHN (across to PAMELA). I told you what would happen.
PAMELA. Shall I go and fetch mother?
JOHN. Fetch mother! Good heavens, no! Give the poor devil a chance. Have you got any smelling salts?
PAMELA. Scent spray——
JOHN. Yes, that’ll do.
(PAMELA gets scent spray from mantelpiece and gives it to JOHN. JOHN squirts scent into TULLY’S face. TULLY sneezes loudly.)