(Enter CHALMERS.)
CHALMERS. Mr. Tully, madam.
(Holds door open until TULLY is on, then exits, closing the door. TULLY is rather a spare man—with drooping moustache and rather sanctimonious and miserable-looking. He enters and stands just above the small table down L., nervously twisting his hands.)
JOHN (on TULLY’S entrance JOHN makes a dive for TULLY). I say, Tully—didn’t I——
PAMELA (catches JOHN by right arm and pulls him down R., advances to TULLY.) How do you do, Mr. Tully? (Shakes hands.)
TULLY. How d’ye do, Mrs. Ayers? Morning, John!
JOHN. Morning, Tully.
PAMELA. Good morning?
JOHN. Ah, you see he wasn’t up when I left this morning, lazy beggar!
PAMELA (centre—to TULLY). I have to apologize, Mr. Tully, for bringing you out——