JOHN (holding blanket high up to obscure PAMELA’S view of the room). Now, do please, do as I ask you, if the doctor finds me out of bed, it’ll ruin me.
PAMELA (going back into room R.). Oh, very well!
(Exit PAMELA.)
(JOHN signals and TULLY drags MAMIE across to door L.)
JOHN. Go on! Hurry up! Hurry up!
(They are nearly across to door when PAMELA re-enters.)
PAMELA (enters). But, John, it’s just occurred to me——
(TULLY and MAMIE turn and PAMELA faces them. JOHN falls over blanket down R. TULLY still holds MAMIE’S hand, in his other hand he has MAMIE’S parasol.)
JOHN. Oh—er—I don’t think you have met before.
PAMELA (slowly). I—don’t—think—we—have.