JOHN (reading from letter). “The Rajah declines to wait any longer for his necklace and threatens to place the matter in the hands of the police.”
TULLY. Oh, dear! dear! dear!
JOHN. You’d better go and tell her the necklace is having its clasp repaired and is coming back from the jeweller’s to-morrow.
TULLY. Is it?
JOHN. Oh, do have a little common sense. I think I know where to find her. Put on your hat and go round to the Five Hundred Club.
TULLY. Is that a ladies’ club?
JOHN. No—er—mixed.
TULLY. No, I couldn’t do that—really.
JOHN. Why not?
TULLY. I never believed in mixed schools or mixed bathing, and I’m certainly not going to a mixed club at my time of life.