TULLY (flopping into chair he is standing by). Oh! I’m all of a tremble!
JOHN (crosses up to settee—puts coat on settee—then up to TULLY). You’re a boiled-headed owl!
TULLY. If you had told me yesterday that you could lie like that I should never have believed you.
JOHN (coming down R.). You did your share very well.
TULLY. What’s going to happen now?
JOHN. She’ll probably pack up and go home to her mother’s.
TULLY (rising and crossing to JOHN). John, where did you go last night?
JOHN. I took a little friend out to dinner and then we went on to the Palace, and after that we had supper at the Five Hundred Club. We watched them dancing and had a dance or two ourselves, but it’s perfectly absurd if a man can’t have a little innocent enjoyment and a couple of dances with a little bit of fluff without all this absurd fuss.
TULLY. But the hour?