MAMIE (very amused all the time). Ripping, isn’t it?
TULLY. Yes, isn’t it?
MAMIE. Are you married?
TULLY. No, I regret to say.
MAMIE. A bit of luck in store for some one.
TULLY. Oh, thank you!
MAMIE. I expect you have a gay old time.
TULLY (twiddling his fingers down his leg). No, not so very gay. . . .
MAMIE. I know—you’re a fly-by-night.
TULLY. No, I assure you all my people are most respectable.