GWEN (_by the open door into the bedroom_): Frankie! [_She makes an enticing movement, and this time FRANKIE, more tractable, follows her into the bedroom._ TOBY: I don’t want ever to see you again. JOHN: It’s been damnable for you ... you make me feel a brute. TOBY: Damned good thing--you are. JOHN: But who’ll look after you? TOBY: Thanks, I can look after myself. Don’t _you_ worry ... show me downstairs in case I meet anybody.... JOHN: You’re leaving your new frock. TOBY: Keep it ... you can give it to the next one. [_She goes ... JOHN hesitates; then calls into his bedroom._ JOHN: Gwen. GWEN’S VOICE: Yes? JOHN: I’ll be back in a minute. [_He follows TOBY.... GWEN comes back into the room._ GWEN: They’ve gone. [_FRANKIE comes back; she is blazing._ FRANKIE: Oh, I _am_ angry. It makes you wonder whether there are any decent men in the world. I didn’t know John was a _cad_.... (_In a burst of rage_) Oh, the beast! the beast! Oh, it makes me furious.... While that--girl was waiting up here for him he wanted to kiss me. GWEN: Did he? FRANKIE: Yes. GWEN: But _did_ he? FRANKIE: What? GWEN: Kiss you. FRANKIE: No, he didn’t. GWEN: Why not? FRANKIE: I don’t know, he didn’t. GWEN: Why didn’t he? FRANKIE: He didn’t. GWEN: You mean you wouldn’t let him? FRANKIE: He came straight up here to her.... Oh, it’s so humiliating.... GWEN: D’you think it’s altogether his fault? FRANKIE: Oh, I daresay she had plenty to do with it--you can easily see what sort she is. GWEN (_ominously quiet_): I didn’t mean _her_. FRANKIE (_with fine ironic scorn_): Oh, if it wasn’t _her_ fault, I suppose you’ll say it’s _mine_ next. GWEN: Yes. FRANKIE: Oh, don’t be ridiculous. GWEN: If I was engaged to a man, and he wouldn’t let me kiss him, I’d jolly well go and kiss somebody else. FRANKIE: Gwen! GWEN: I would. There are times when you must be kissed. FRANKIE: Gwen! GWEN: Well, there are--don’t you ever feel like that? FRANKIE: No; besides _her_; she’d kiss anyone. GWEN: I don’t see why you should say that--perhaps they’re in love. FRANKIE: Love! What he feels for her isn’t love. GWEN: It’s what I’d want my man to feel for me ... if ever I have a man in love with me again that I want, I ... (_But FRANKIE is crying._) Oh, Frankie. (_She goes to her._) Don’t cry ... I didn’t mean what I said ... yes I did ... but not to say it like that ... Frankie ... it isn’t a bit simple. FRANKIE: Yes, it is. Quite simple. He’s been a beast; nothing can alter that. GWEN: I don’t know. FRANKIE: I do. GWEN: Such heaps of things are uncertain--that seemed certain---- [_JOHN comes back._ JOHN (_speaking at once_): Will you talk to me, Frankie? FRANKIE: I suppose so. JOHN: Leave us alone, Sis, for a bit. GWEN: Are they up, downstairs? JOHN: There’s a light in the drawing-room. GWEN: Can I go in there (_indicating his bedroom_)? I should be cross-examined, and I feel all wrong for them downstairs to-night.