Rosie shows in Toby. Toby is in the chorus of a musical comedy in a West End theatre. Slight and very pretty, with fair hair and large blue eyes. If you were to talk to her at all confidentially, she would tell you that she thought musical comedy silly, and the other girls in the chorus awfully empty; indeed she has a good deal of sense—but not of her own. Often she could have “got off” with middle-aged business men with money, or with young men with well-brushed hair and incomes; but such were of “no use” to her. Through a curious quality in her she attracts, and is attracted by artists; her life has been mostly in studios and cafés, and from her surroundings, and from the artists that have been in her life, she has acquired her sense and taste.
Rosie: This is what we call Mr. John’s attic ... you’ve got to wait here. I’ll tell him. (She is going; as she reaches the door.)
Toby: I say!
[Rosie turns.
Isn’t there a glass here?
Rosie: A glass?
Toby: Something to see yourself in.
Rosie: Oh! ... in ’is bedroom.
Toby: In there?
Rosie: Yes.