Mr. Freeman: D’you know that feller?
Gwen: Yes.
Mr. Freeman: It wasn’t him?
Gwen: Er ... no.
Mr. Freeman: Then why the deuce did he say it was? You thought it was Frankie. Was it a man or a woman?
Gwen: Oh, father, it wasn’t anybody we know.
Mr. Freeman (under his breath to his wife): Take ’em into the drawing-room.
Mrs. Freeman: Let’s go into the drawing-room, Frankie—it’s so much nicer there.
[Frankie is ushered out. Gwen is following, but:
Mr. Freeman: Gwen!