PAMELA. It’s Mr. Tully.
(JOHN enters.)
(DOCTOR turns and looks at JOHN. TULLY walks on knees round arm-chair and then sits covering himself with blanket.)
JOHN (posing as TULLY). May I come in? How d’ye do, Mrs. Ayers? So pleased to see you. And how is the patient to-day?
PAMELA. Not much better, I’m afraid.
JOHN. Oh no, he’s worse—a lot worse. I can see that. (Going behind TULLY.) Poor old John!
TULLY. Poor John!
JOHN. I don’t think we shall have him with us much longer.
(TULLY sits up.)
(Softly.) Bertram.