JOHN. He’ll never get it.
TULLY. Oh, I think he will. In fact it’s nearly settled. And if you approach him in the matter, I feel sure he would lend you the £500.
JOHN. But I was in that ’bus with him coming from Kew.
TULLY. That’s right—coming from Kew.
JOHN. And if Dick Turner could get five hundred, I’m positive I could.
TULLY. Well, I’m sure he’s going to get it.
JOHN. But there was scarcely any damage done. I didn’t receive a scratch, neither did Dick Turner. I was thrown forward on top of a fat old woman sitting opposite.
TULLY. Still you can’t always tell at the time of the accident—injuries sometimes develop afterwards.
(Business of drawing patterns on carpet with foot.)