John: ’Tisn’t. We’re just all in the world together; that’s all.... You’re coming back as soon as you can get away from cook.
Rosie (with a ghost of a smile, as she goes): That cook! She’s a one!
[When she is gone, there is a short silence. Then:
Gwen: It must be awful.
John: Does this frighten you?
Gwen: It’s a bit of a red light.
John: How?
Gwen: Well ... you’ve got to remember when you talk about all this, it does happen to people. It happened to the eldest Gillingham girl.... I didn’t know much about it; but she had the most terrible time.... You can imagine ... what Rosie said—helpless ... awful. (She thinks for a while; then her eyes, wandering, light on the tea-things.) Do you want some tea?
John: Yes ... thanks.
[Gwen pours out his tea and gives it to him; and pours out her own and, sitting, stirs it, reflectively. These two are very fond of one another, and at ease together; there is a quality of gentleness in their bearing to each other.