MAMIE. Bogie—who’s Bogie?
TULLY. My little dog.
MAMIE. Do you know that Mrs. Ayers still thinks I am your wife.
TULLY (wriggles and nods). Yes, I’m so sorry.
MAMIE. What?
TULLY. I mean—delighted. (Wriggles again.)
MAMIE. Oh, don’t wriggle! Things are far too serious for wriggling. You heard about the necklace that was lent to me by my friend the Rajah?
TULLY. Yes, I have heard about it.
MAMIE. Then I want you, as my husband, to take the matter into your hands and tell Mrs. Ayers that unless the necklace is returned to me at once, you will take proceedings.