TULLY. No, John, you called last time.

JOHN. So I did. You’re quite right.

TULLY (jubilant). I’m going nap!

JOHN. You’re—going—nap?

TULLY. Yes!

JOHN (rising). Hark! It’s the doctor—the doctor from the ’bus company. (Flings off blanket and rushes to door R., groaning as if in pain.)

TULLY (runs to window). There’s nobody there. Desist! (Comes down to door L.) Desist!

(JOHN stops groaning.)

There’s nobody at the door—not a sign of anyone.