MAMIE. No, no more after that.
TULLY (giggles). They are nice little hooks. Shall I go any further?
MAMIE. No, not at present. (Secures letter.) I’ve got it. Just read that!
(Crash of flower-pots off R.)
It’s the Rajah! (Very frightened.)
TULLY. No, more flower-pots. (Going up to window R.) More creepers! (In a loud whisper.) It’s Mrs. Ayers!
MAMIE. I’ll hide here and listen. Come and hide me, Bertie.
(MAMIE crouches down at foot of table L.C. behind TULLY. PAMELA enters window R.)
PAMELA (coming down C.). Oh—Mr. Tully—where is John?