[Toby goes into the bedroom. Rosie has never seen her before; she looks after her; the tiniest wrinkle of her nose at the door through which Toby has disappeared is her criticism. She goes out of the room on to the landing and downstairs ... somebody is heard on the attic stairs, and John comes hurriedly into the room. He stops in the doorway surprised.
John: Toby!
[Toby appears at the door having taken off her hat and coat.
I couldn’t think where you’d got to.
Toby: I like your bedroom.
John: Do you?
Toby: Who was that I met outside?
John (with patent anxiety): Did you meet anybody?
Toby: Yes.
John: Where?