[Gwen goes out.... Mr. Freeman pulls the scented letter from his pocket, smells it, and with an exclamation of disgust flings it on the table.... Rosie comes in.
Did you show anybody up to Mr. John’s attic just now?
[Rosie is silent.
Did you?
Rosie: Yes, sir.
Mr. Freeman: Was it a man or a woman?
Rosie (loyally): It was a friend of Mr. John’s.
Mr. Freeman: Was it a man or a woman?
Rosie (sticking to it): I don’t know ’oo it was.
Mr. Freeman: She’s up there now? ... is she? ... what’s the matter with you, girl? ... is she?