JOHN. All you’ve got to do is to ask for Miss Mamie Scott.
TULLY. No, no. I’ve never been to such a place as the Five Hundred Club in my life.
JOHN. Take your Cheque Book with you. They’ll make you very welcome.
TULLY. A great deal too welcome, I expect. No, I couldn’t do it. Why don’t you go?
JOHN. How can I? I’m ill in bed. It’s a hundred to one if I put my foot on the doorstep I should run into the arms of the doctor, Pamela and the whole ’bus company. Ruin, divorce and fraud await me on the doorstep.
TULLY. Well, I’m not going.
JOHN. Don’t forget you’re in this as well as me; if that necklace is lost you’re a party to it.
TULLY. Oh, don’t say that.
JOHN. You’ve acknowledged that little woman as your wife. She’s not the sort to be played with.
TULLY. Oh, don’t talk like that.