PAMELA. John, the doctor says he must examine you before discussing the case with Mr. Trippett.
JOHN (rising). Good heavens! Can’t they make up their minds? They must be a couple of weathercocks. All right—send the doctor in—wait till you hear Tully groan.
PAMELA. Mr. Tully will be in the chair?
JOHN. Yes, yes. We’re quite prepared. Wait till he groans, that’s all.
(PAMELA exits L.)
(To TULLY.) Go on, get into that chair. (Arranging blanket.) The doctor’s coming in.
(TULLY comes down to arm-chair. PAMELA rushes in.)
PAMELA (breathlessly). John, Mr. Trippett and the doctor are both coming in together!
JOHN. Both together!
(JOHN and TULLY both rush for arm-chair.)