Frankie: He couldn’t come in; he’s going to call back for me.
Mr. Freeman: Your young man isn’t in.
Frankie: Isn’t he?
[Again the cry of the agonised ghost.
Frankie: Your gate’s in awfully good voice to-night.
Mr. Freeman (who has gone to the window): Wants oil.
Frankie (at a bowl of chocolates on the table): May I?
Mrs. Freeman: Of course, dear.
Frankie: Thank you.
Mr. Freeman (back from the window; aside to his wife): It’s John. Take her into the drawing-room.