JOHN. Poor old Tully! You never seem to have any money. I don’t know what you live on. Are you sure you get enough to eat?
TULLY. You know, John, if I had the money I couldn’t refuse you. You do know that, don’t you, John?
JOHN (patting TULLY on back). Of course I do, dear old Tully! Dear old Tully! (Comes down L.)
TULLY (rising). Why do you always call me by my surname, when I call you John. I do wish you’d call me Bertram. Do you know when anyone calls me Bertram, I feel I could do any mortal thing in the world for them!
JOHN. Well, you get me out of this hole and I’ll call you Bertram till I bust. (Sits down L.)
TULLY. Will you? I think I know where you could get the money. (Comes down to JOHN.)
JOHN (rising suddenly). Where? Where?
TULLY. Sit down! (JOHN sits.) Keep calm! Dick Turner thinks the world of you. . . .
JOHN. Yes, I know, but he hasn’t much money.
TULLY. I know, I know. But he was in a ’bus accident last Friday and he’s claiming £500 compensation from the Motor ’Bus company.