_ROSIE shows in TOBY. TOBY is in the chorus of a musical comedy in a West End theatre. Slight and very pretty, with fair hair and large blue eyes. If you were to talk to her at all confidentially, she would tell you that she thought musical comedy silly, and the other girls in the chorus awfully empty; indeed she has a good deal of sense--but not of her own. Often she could have “got off” with middle-aged business men with money, or with young men with well-brushed hair and incomes; but such were of “no use” to her. Through a curious quality in her she attracts, and is attracted by artists; her life has been mostly in studios and cafés, and from her surroundings, and from the artists that have been in her life, she has acquired her sense and taste._ ROSIE: This is what we call Mr. John’s attic ... you’ve got to wait here. I’ll tell him. (_She is going; as she reaches the door._) TOBY: I say! [_ROSIE turns._ Isn’t there a glass here? ROSIE: A glass? TOBY: Something to see yourself in. ROSIE: Oh! ... in ’is bedroom. TOBY: In there? ROSIE: Yes. [_TOBY goes into the bedroom. ROSIE has never seen her before; she looks after her; the tiniest wrinkle of her nose at the door through which TOBY has disappeared is her criticism. She goes out of the room on to the landing and downstairs ... somebody is heard on the attic stairs, and JOHN comes hurriedly into the room. He stops in the doorway surprised._ JOHN: Toby! [_TOBY appears at the door having taken off her hat and coat._ I couldn’t think where you’d got to. TOBY: I like your bedroom. JOHN: Do you? TOBY: Who was that I met outside? JOHN (_with patent anxiety_): Did you meet anybody? TOBY: Yes. JOHN: Where? TOBY: On the doorstep; Gwen they called her. JOHN (_with patent relief_): Oh! She’s all right ... she’s my sister. TOBY: It’s nice here. Why haven’t you asked me here before? JOHN: It’s nicer in your room--because it’s _yours_. TOBY: I hate you sometimes. JOHN: Why? TOBY: When you say things you don’t mean ... you never wanted me to come here ... you don’t want me now.... If you think I don’t know ... that’s why I’ve come. If you’d had the courage to say out you didn’t want me here, I wouldn’t of.... [_He has no answer._ ... I wish I hadn’t now; coming all up through a great horrid strange house; I nearly went away again. JOHN: I’m glad you didn’t. TOBY: Why? JOHN: I’m worried to-night--it’s good to be near you. (_He is sincere._) TOBY: Is it? JOHN: Yes. TOBY: Then I’m glad I came. JOHN (_getting happier_): Also ... if you hadn’t come, I shouldn’t be able to give you something I’ve got for you. TOBY: A present? JOHN: Yes. Only I can’t give it to you now ’cos you’re cross. TOBY: Oh yes, you can. JOHN: No! TOBY: You’ll make me feel a beast for being cross ... where is it? JOHN: Shan’t tell you. TOBY: What is it? [_He shakes his head._ How large is it?... Is it little?