TULLY (who has been standing watching very nervously by table with telephone L.C.: crosses to PAMELA). I don’t think you ought to say such things, Mrs. Ayers. (PAMELA shrugs shoulders and turns back on him. He crosses to JOHN.) Do leave us for a few moments, John—I——
JOHN (rising). But, Tully, I——
TULLY. I’ll put it all right.
JOHN. But, Tully. I——
(JOHN is persuaded to go off R. by TULLY. JOHN exits muttering—TULLY shuts door.)
TULLY (crossing to PAMELA). One moment, Mrs. Ayers. You know I feel somehow that I am to blame for all this. I don’t want to pose as a hyper-religious man, but every one says I’m very good, and I wouldn’t deceive you for the world. I’m sure that necklace was intended for you.
PAMELA (opening suitcase). Well, in any case, I value my feelings at something more than a—a—a one-and-elevenpenny pearl necklace. (Drops necklace into case and shuts it.)
TULLY. Really I think you are doing John an injustice. I don’t think you quite understand his little ways.
PAMELA. I understand as much as is fit for me to understand.
TULLY. No, really, I know John doesn’t behave in a conventional manner as a rule, but he is quite harmless.