JOHN (spoken off). What is it? What is it?
TULLY. I’m being tempted!
JOHN (spoken off). Well, stick it! Don’t be a fool!
(TULLY rushes up to window R. then down again to arm-chair. MAMIE follows him up and down on L. side of table. She motions to him with her eyes, coyly, to sit in arm-chair, he succumbs. Sits gingerly on front of chair. MAMIE sits on arm of chair and puts right arm round his neck. TULLY snatches it away nervously.)
MAMIE. Now tell me, what’s this Mission for?
TULLY. It’s for the poor people. (Sees MAMIE’S exposed ankle—turns away nervously.) We give them musical evenings to keep them out of the public-houses. I play the flute.
MAMIE. You do what?
TULLY. I play the flute.
MAMIE. Oh, help!