DOCTOR. I understand the patient has led rather a—well—if I may be allowed to say so—rather a gay life?
(TULLY rises annoyed.)
JOHN. Oh no, you’re quite wrong. (Pointing to TULLY.) No one can ever say that John Ayers went the pace. I’ve known John ever since I was born and I can safely say he’s a living saint, isn’t he, Mrs. Ayers?
PAMELA (with a gulp). Er—yes—yes, of course.
JOHN. If anyone knocks about at all, you might accuse me. I’m known everywhere as Tully the Rake.
(TULLY sits up in protest.)
(Aside.) Bertram!
(TULLY falls back in chair.)
DOCTOR. There’s just one more question, Mrs. Ayers. Does he have any cold sweats?
JOHN. Yes, he lives entirely on soda-water.