JOHN. Really, are you sure? (Coming to table C.)
TULLY. Quite sure.
JOHN (mixing cards up all together). All right! Deal again. Deal again. (Sits.)
TULLY (comes to table—looks with disgust at cards, gathers them up and sits). It’s a very funny thing, John, but every time I call nap you imagine you hear the doctor coming. Coincidence, I suppose. (Gives a big sigh.)
JOHN. What’s the matter with you, Tully? Have you ever been in love?
TULLY (looks and smiles). I was nearly caught once.
JOHN. Oh, what was her name?
TULLY. Agnes. (Sorrowfully.) She made a vow that if she ever met a really good man she would love him though he be as ugly as sin.
JOHN. And she loved you?
TULLY. Devotedly.