Mrs. Freeman: Oh yes; that’s it: Mackenzie. I never can remember. It’s such a difficult name. Nothing to get hold of. If it was Mackintosh ... rain or toffee; Mackenzie ... Mackenzie ... he seems a very nice man.
Gwen: Not bad.
Mrs. Freeman (rising): I’ve ordered some fresh tea. I’m going into the drawing-room. (At the door.) You’ll be in to dinner to-night?
Gwen: Yes.
Mrs. Freeman: You won’t be going out at all?
Gwen: No.
Mrs. Freeman: I’m glad.
[She goes.... Gwen crosses to the speaking-tube, and blows into it; she gets no answer; while she is doing this, Rosie returns with the teapot. As she puts it down, she gives a sudden little sob.
Gwen (gently; but without surprise): Don’t cry.
Rosie: I can’t ’elp it.