JOHN (crosses to door R.). Oh, er, good evening Ursula! (In his best manner.)
URSULA (abruptly). Evening!
JOHN. We want you to do us a favour, if you will?
URSULA. A favour?
JOHN. We want you to lend us some ladies’ clothes—just for an hour or so.
URSULA. What sort of clothes?
JOHN. Oh, nothing—er—white—nothing under—underhand—just super clothes—and if you do this, your master will be very much obliged to you and he’ll raise your wages.
(Bus. TULLY aghast. JOHN motioning to him to keep quiet.)
URSULA. I’ll see—I’ll see.
(Exit URSULA door R.)