(JOHN is gesticulating with one hand on his chest and openmouthed as in opera.)
TULLY (failing to interpret JOHN’S signals). It’s rather difficult to remember off-hand—one night is so very much like another.
PAMELA. Try to think.
(JOHN still gesticulating and openmouthed.)
TULLY. I think we must have been in a boat on the Serpentine.
(PAMELA turns quickly. JOHN goes up to table R.C. and smells marguerites. TULLY very embarrassed.)
JOHN. These are very beautiful flowers, dear. Did these come from Covent Garden?
PAMELA. Please don’t interrupt.
TULLY. Oh, now I remember—it’s about last night you want to know?