Mrs. Freeman: I shouldn’t say too much about his friend upstairs.
Mr. Freeman: Um?
Mrs. Freeman: Well, we did make the arrangement he should be private upstairs—as if it were his own flat.
Mr. Freeman: I don’t suppose I’ve been up there for a year.
Mrs. Freeman: Nor have I ... he might take a flat of his own. I shouldn’t like that.
[Rosie, a picturesque little parlour-maid, shows in Frankie Sewell. She is a pretty girl of twenty-four or so, and is very good at tennis and hockey.
Mrs. Freeman: Well, Frankie dear.
Frankie: Good evening, Mrs. Freeman.
[They kiss.
Mr. Freeman: What have you done with your father?