[_He puts an arm round her, and their heads close, they both for a moment gaze into the fire._ JOHN: You know ... I owe you an awful lot. TOBY: Do you? JOHN: Yes. TOBY: How much? JOHN: Let me think of a few of the things ... to begin with, everything on the piano’s yours. TOBY (_screwing her head back_): What’s on the piano? JOHN: All my songs. TOBY: Oh _them_--yes? JOHN: And you give me _peace_ ... like nobody else in the whole world gives me. TOBY: Why? JOHN: Oh, why!... ’Cos there’s nobody else in the whole world with whom I can be quiet and effortless with all the barriers down. TOBY: Funny. JOHN: Just because you can slip out of your frock, like you did, as if I wasn’t there and come close into my arms when I ask you, without any fuss. TOBY (_her face very close to him--her very low voice a lover’s_): ’Course there isn’t any fuss--’cos I _want_ to come close into your arms. JOHN: That’s the wonder of you. [_Suddenly she shifts her position; kneeling on the cushion she faces him; she shakes her hair with a throw of her head; there is a queer fierce laugh in her eyes--he catches it._ JOHN: My dear, it’s such _fun_ loving you. TOBY: Is it? JOHN: However much you’re loving me I can always see the _fun_ of it dancing behind your eyes ... you’ve taught me that ... whatever happens I shall be eternally grateful. TOBY: What _is_ going to happen? JOHN: I don’t know.... I don’t want anything to happen any more ever.... I want to sit here like this for ever and ever Amen. [_Down in the house there is a little noise--as it were a cloud the size of a man’s hand on the horizon--but it grows._ TOBY: What’s that? JOHN: I don’t know. TOBY: Somebody coming up---- JOHN: It can’t be. [_And the noise grows, as MR. FREEMAN falls up the attic stairs ... there is a knocking at the door._ Good God! [_TOBY leaps up; MR. FREEMAN getting no answer comes in, and switches on the light.... Tableau! MR. FREEMAN, JOHN, TOBY._ MR. FREEMAN (_after an appalling hiatus of silence, failing to cope with this new situation and throwing the scented letter on to the table_): Yours.... Found it among mine. JOHN (_rattled_): Er ... thanks.... (_Feebly_) This is my father, my father--Miss Clyde. [_MR. FREEMAN glares speechless. TOBY is as if turned to stone._ MR. FREEMAN: I’ll see you about this in the morning. (_At the door he turns and starts to speak._) Frankie---- (_He gets TOBY in his vision again and collapses._) No, never mind ... I’ll see you in the morning. [_Even after the door has shut behind him the situation is beyond words; TOBY is still motionless, but there is an ugly look in her face.... JOHN is the first to speak._ JOHN: I’m awfully sorry. TOBY: I’m going home. JOHN: I’m awfully sorry.... TOBY: My things are in there. (_She makes for his room._) JOHN (_between her and the door_): Toby! TOBY: Let me go ... I feel dirty all over. JOHN: Let me come with you--please.