(JOHN crosses to door R.)
TULLY. How do you think you will get out of this?
JOHN (crossing C.). Quite easily. Tact and diplomacy. (Offering his head to TULLY.) Feel that bump—they say I have a bigger bump of tact than Lloyd George.
TULLY (feeling head). Oh, I say——
(Both stand to attention as PAMELA re-enters R., wearing a hat and carrying a small suitcase—the pearl necklace is also in her hand. She crosses over to door R., not looking at either of the men and dabbing her face with a handkerchief as if crying. She stops as JOHN speaks.)
JOHN. Pam—Pam——
PAMELA (coming down to table L. and placing suitcase on table). I am going home to mother’s. You’ll hear from her later, and probably the solicitors.
JOHN. Well, Pam. I think you’re awfully silly, and after I’ve bought you a pearl necklace too.
PAMELA. I doubt very much if the necklace was intended for me.
JOHN. Oh, Tully, did you hear that? The only woman in the world I have ever loved! (Sinking into chair left of table R.C.)