Oh, please don’t stand there yawning!
TULLY. I’m not yawning. I’m trying to say something.
PAMELA. Where—is—John?
TULLY (with a gulp). He’s out.
PAMELA. Out! Impossible! Are you sure?
TULLY. Q—q—quite sure.
PAMELA. Where has he gone?
TULLY. He’s gone to—five hundred clubs——
PAMELA (turning down L.). Great Heavens! And we’ve waited for this day!
TULLY. We? We’ve waited for this day?