Mrs. Freeman: Let’s join Gwen, dear. It’s so much nicer in the drawing-room. Bring the chocolates if you like.
Frankie: Oh no, thanks; I’ll take one more, though.
Mr. Freeman: I’ll be with you in a minute.
Mrs. Freeman (ushering Frankie out): Gwen’ll be so pleased. She’s only reading.
[Mr. Freeman rings ... Rosie appears.
Mr. Freeman: Mr. John’s just come in. Tell him I want him in here.
Rosie: Yessir.
[She withdraws.
[Mr. Freeman waits.
[To him enters his son John; well-dressed in a lounge suit evidently cut by a good West End tailor; well-built, and nice-looking; with a pleasant-sounding voice.