Colin: Here!
John: Upstairs. It’s like my own flat, you know.
Colin: Yes—but....
John: I know. But I was certain they were all going out to dinner. And she’s always wanted to see the attic; and they haven’t gone out; and now Frankie’s turned up!
Colin: Frankie!
John: Yes; she’s in the drawing-room; I’m worried.
Colin: I’m not surprised.
John: I’m desperately anxious to get Toby up there without her meeting anybody. It’s an underhand business; it’s got to stop. (He is troubled.) They’ve never been so close; in any sort of way.... Colin, I don’t make love to Frankie; not at all; she doesn’t seem to want it.
Colin: Are you sure?
John: Yes, I think so; that’s the trouble. I never get any response from her. It makes me rather uncomfortable with her, and shy! She doesn’t seem to miss anything ... but, unless, in my marriage, that part of it is as perfect, and as beautiful as ... as Toby has taught me it can be, my marriage will be a failure. I’m getting afraid it isn’t in Frankie.