PAMELA (dashes to door L. Stands with her back to it). Mr. Tully, you and I are the only people in this house.
TULLY (alarmed and going down R.) Oh, don’t say that—don’t say that?
PAMELA. We cannot miss this opportunity!
TULLY. Opportunity? Can’t we? Oh, don’t say that! Don’t say that! (Moving away in apprehension.)
PAMELA. But I do say it. (Crossing C.) And you can’t have an atom of pluck unless you do as I ask.
TULLY. Really, this is most embarrassing.
PAMELA (madly). I want you to get into pyjamas as quickly as you can. (Removes her hat and putting it on table L.C.)
TULLY. Get into pyjamas! I’ve never been asked to do such a thing in my life! (Trembling all over.) Not for all the gold in the Bank of England, Mrs. Ayers.
PAMELA (coming C.). Yes, yes, please. For my sake! dear Mr. Tully (Then up to window L.)
TULLY. Not for any woman breathing. Your endearments are wasted on me. Oh, I knew this would happen one day. I knew some woman would get me into a corner.