TULLY. Not for the moment—er—er——
(JOHN points to pot of marguerites.)
I—er—Daisy—Daisy Daydreams?
PAMELA. I can’t say I have ever heard of an opera of the name of Daisy Daydreams.
(JOHN is now holding a plait made from his handkerchief to the back of his head.)
TULLY (watching JOHN). Was it something to do with—er—something hanging from the back of the head?
PAMELA. And you can’t remember the name of the opera?
TULLY. Not for the moment.
(JOHN points to marguerites again.)
Are—you—sure—it wasn’t Daisy—or Daisies—or Marguerite—er—