JOHN. Mastered—not mustard! And take off those pyjamas!
TULLY. And I ought to be playing the flute to-night down at the Mission.
JOHN. Hang your mission! I’m trying to think what I can do here. Lend me your handkerchief—I’ll plug it up with mine and then tie it up.
TULLY (waving his handkerchief). Catch! Catch!
JOHN. How can I catch from here?
(TULLY runs across with handkerchief—his pyjama trousers round his ankles—gives handkerchief to JOHN—then sits chair C.)
You’ll split those pyjamas!
TULLY (removing pyjamas). This is the most awful afternoon I’ve ever had in my life. I shall never be the same man again.
JOHN (ties up tube with handkerchief). There, that’ll hold, I think. Now, I’ll go and cover your retreat. (Crosses to R.)