JOHN. Good heavens! You haven’t told the Rajah about me?
MAMIE. What else could I do? And I had to give him your address.
JOHN. Oh, Tully, Tully, she’s given the Rajah my address!
MAMIE (bursting into tears). What else could I do? Boo—boo—— It’s not my fault, and why should I be blamed for it. Boo, boo, boo! (Sitting in arm-chair R.)
JOHN (down to MAMIE). There, don’t cry, don’t cry.
(TULLY bursts into tears.)
What’s the matter with you?
TULLY. I can’t bear to see a woman cry.
(MAMIE shrieks and yells and kicks up her feet.)
JOHN. Hold her feet down! (Sits on MAMIE’S feet.) (To TULLY.) Don’t leave that door!