TULLY. They’re such a pretty colour.
(MAMIE digs TULLY in ribs.)
TRIPPETT. And if this matter could be settled at once, I’m sure you would be most satisfied.
JOHN. I’m sure I should.
TRIPPETT. Now speaking without prejudice, what sum of money do you fancy would compensate you?
JOHN (to MAMIE). What do you think, dear?
(TULLY signalling five hundred on fingers.)
You see, there’ll be all the doctor’s expenses, a terrible loss of time and money—probably funeral expenses——
MAMIE. Ah—a—a—h. (Sobs.)
TULLY. Ah—a—a—h. (Sobs.)