JOHN. Why not?
TULLY. I’ve never met a fluff.
JOHN. You do get hold of the most extraordinary expressions. (Calling to MAMIE.) Mamie! Let me introduce you to a very old chum of mine. Mr. Bertram Tully—Miss Mamie Scott.
(JOHN crosses to door R. MAMIE crosses over to TULLY.)
MAMIE (taking TULLY’S hand). Oh, what a beautiful boy! (Pulls a long face.)
JOHN. Talk to him, Mamie. He has a wonderful flow of conversation. I shan’t be long.
(Exit JOHN door R.)
(MAMIE beckons TULLY with head and eyes—and edges down to arm-chair R. Sits. TULLY, very nervous, edges down to chair L. Sits.)
TULLY (playing with bottoms of his trouser legs and trying to make conversation). Do you ever go—er—go—go—— No! (Tries again.) Would you like to—to—to—— No! (Has another try.) It’s—it’s wonderful how the fine weather lasts!