Mr. Freeman: I ask you!
Mrs. Freeman: He seems a very nice man.
Mr. Freeman: Does he?! I don’t care how nice he is, when it comes to taking my daughter out six times a week!
Mrs. Freeman: Five times.
Mr. Freeman: I’ve had enough. That’s what it amounts to. And my foot’s coming down—pretty hard. (He goes to speaking-tube again.) Hullo.... I want to see you; when you’ve had your tea; ... you’re not going out? very well; when you’ve had your tea. (He replaces the tube.) I think I will just look round and see Frankie; and the old man, if he’s in; shan’t stay; because I’m coming back to talk to John ... a fine old rumpus; that’s what there’s going to be; back almost directly.
[He goes out. Alone, Mrs. Freeman sews a few stitches; then rises, presses a bell, and returns to her sewing.... Rosie enters.
Mrs. Freeman: Make a fresh pot of tea for Mr. John.
[Rosie fetches the teapot from the tray, and is retiring with it. At the door, she is stopped by Mrs. Freeman’s voice.
Rosie!... Is anything the matter?
Rosie: No’m.