(TULLY peeps out of door L. and crosses to JOHN.)
TULLY. John! The doctor’s arrived!
JOHN (still sitting on MAMIE’S feet). Say—say you’re having a bath; you won’t be long.
TULLY (speaking through keyhole). I’m in my bath! I shan’t be long!!!
JOHN. You’re not shouting the odds at a race meeting!
TULLY. I’m in my bath—I shan’t be long—splash—splash—(moves up and down, as if covering himself with water) splash. (TULLY uses blanket like a towel, drying his back, up and down, exaggerated movements.) I’m drying—I’m dying——
JOHN. Oh! Good heavens, this is awful. (Rises, looks at MAMIE.) She’s fainting, she’s fainting, what shall we do?
TULLY. Put a key down her back!
JOHN. Well, give me a key. (TULLY rushes to door L.) No! Not that one, idiot! We may want that! (TULLY takes long strides over to door R.)