JOHN. Motor ’Bus Company?
TULLY. They’re going to sue me.
JOHN. Sue you, what for?
TULLY. The fat woman who had three ribs broken says that I am liable—that my fall on her was premeditated and nothing to do with the accident. Oh, and listen to this. (Reading.) “Our representative will have much pleasure in calling upon you this evening at seven o’clock.”
JOHN. It’s gone seven now.
TULLY. They’re sending some one here to-night?
JOHN. Yes, who will they send—either Trippett or the doctor. They are both in the neighbourhood.
TULLY. Then they may be here at any moment!
JOHN. But this is a simple matter now you’ve got the necessary money coming in.
TULLY. But which one will they send, because it depends on that who you are and who I am.