JOHN. Let me introduce you. This is my wife (pointing to PAMELA), and this is (pointing to MAMIE)—this is—this is Mrs. Tully!
TULLY (drops MAMIE’S hand—thunderstruck). What!!
PAMELA (doubtfully). Mrs.—Tully?
JOHN. Yes, he was married secretly a week ago.
TULLY (boiling with rage). Oh—I say!!
(MAMIE turns her ring round to look like wedding ring and holds hand up conspicuously.)
JOHN. I’m sorry to let the cat out of the bag, old man, but it can’t be helped!
TULLY (rushes across stage in front of table and arm-chair, with MAMIE’S sunshade raised in a threatening manner). John! John!
JOHN (kneeling to TULLY—pleadingly). Bertram! Bertram!!