(Sinks into chair R. of table L.C.)
PAMELA. Yes, a woman. There, there, calm yourself, calm yourself. (To JOHN.) Mr. Tully told me you were trying to get clothes off someone!
JOHN. Where—is—TULLY?
PAMELA. I left him in our flat. He was telling Mr. Trippett that you withdraw your claim. John, she’s fainted! (Rises—looks round.) Get some water, get some water, John. (PAMELA goes up behind table L.C. looking for water.)
JOHN. I haven’t the faintest idea where to get water—I don’t know this beastly flat—(Suddenly thinks of water-spout.) Ah! I know. Stand back. Pam—stand back!
(Gets hold of tube water-spout. JOHN takes the plugged handkerchief from wall and the water-pipe squirts directly on to AUNT HANNAH’S face. JOHN plugs the pipe again and crosses to AUNT HANNAH, assisting her to rise. AUNT HANNAH, when water falls on her, screams and makes movement with arms as if swimming.)
JOHN. Why, who are you?
AUNT HANNAH. I’m Mr. Tully’s aunt.
JOHN. Mr. Tully’s aunt!