JOHN. No!
PAMELA. John!
JOHN. I mean yes.
(Exit PAMELA.)
Yes, if you like. (To TULLY.) That’s the fourteenth love I’ve sent to mother this week.
(Door slams off L.)
(TULLY shuffles cards.)
I don’t mind telling you, Tully, I’m more than sick of this business. I’ve been shut up now for nearly a fortnight.
TULLY. But the doctor from the ’bus company ought to have called on you long ago.