JABEZ. No. I suppose it isn't.
ROSIE. So it's quite right for mc to speak to Charlie now. I shan't be long. (Jabez goes out r., his bearing indicating that he does so under proest. Rosie closes the door behind him and faces Charlie.)
ROSIE. Now, Charlie!
CHARLIE (trying to escape). I must be going. Good night, Miss Thompson, and good-by. (Holding his hand out.)
ROSIE (ignoring the hand standing with her back to the door she has just closed.) Don't be silly, Charlie.
CHARLIE. There's another door, you know. (Looking c.)
ROSIE. The main entrance will be locked long since.
CHARLIE (accepting the situation.) What do you want with me?
ROSIE (coming forward from the door and speaking softly.) I want to help you.
CHARLIE. I don't want your help. I want to be alone. Can't you understand my wanting to crawl away and hide? Won't you let me go?