PAMELA. I only want you to take John’s place.
TULLY. Hoh! Hoh!
PAMELA. Please—please—(advancing to TULLY)—just for a little time while John is out.
TULLY. But it’s right against my principles.
PAMELA. It’s our only chance. (Crosses to arm-chair, kneels on front of it, looking up at TULLY, who is behind it, and pleading.) He may be back here at any moment. You’ll have to do this for me really, Mr. Tully.
TULLY. I’ll never do it unless you use force—and a woman can’t force a man to get into pyjamas. It isn’t legal! (Dashes up to window R. PAMELA follows him.) If you come any nearer I’ll shriek from the window!
(Bell heard off L.)
PAMELA (up to window L. quickly—looks out—then back again). There is the doctor! I knew it! Now what on earth are we going to do
TULLY. The doctor??
PAMELA. Yes, the doctor!