JOHN. Well, I’ll get you to creep back and tell Pam that I withdraw my claim—then, if the doctor calls you must get back in time to see him, and if Trippett calls, I’ll see Trippett.
TULLY. But that won’t help me out—if they are going to sue me—possibly for hundreds—I’m not going to lend you this money unless I can see a clean sheet for myself—you got me into this mess, you must get me out of it! (Sits C. and groans.)
JOHN. You are ungrateful. After all I’ve done for you. Are you going to lend me the £500 or are you not?
TULLY. Certainly. But I didn’t fall on top of this fat woman, and I’m not going to be made to pay. You had the fun, you ought to suffer.
(JOHN crosses to L. and rings bell, alarmed.)
What are you going to do?
JOHN. Do as you wish. I’m going to get you out of this trouble. I’ve rung for Ursula.
TULLY. Ursula!
(URSULA enters R., holding poker at her side. TULLY bus. trying to hide his lip.)