(JOHN nods his head.)
Marguerite!—er—er—Faust, of course!
JOHN. Yes, dear, Faust, of course!
(PAMELA turns quickly to JOHN.)
JOHN (just as quickly turns his back). Now are you satisfied?
PAMELA. And after you left the opera? (To TULLY.)
TULLY. We came home.
PAMELA. What induced John to sleep at your place, seeing your door is next to ours?
(JOHN signalling key in door and then lost.)
TULLY. Oh, he couldn’t find his keyhole.