JOHN. Don’t talk like that.
MAMIE (rushes on from door R.). Jack, I can’t wait any longer. Where’s the necklace?
JOHN (rises and crosses to MAMIE). It’s all right, only wait.
MAMIE. My darling, what have you been doing?
JOHN. What?
MAMIE. That dreadful moustache.
JOHN. Oh, they’ve been putting me under glass. (Pushes MAMIE off down R.)
(TULLY groans.)
Don’t you groan. I’m the patient now!
(Sits in arm-chair again. PAMELA rushes in to C. TULLY peeps round from screen.)