Toby: Sometimes.
John: Do you hate me now?
Toby: No.
John: Do you love me?
[For answer she looks up and her lips seek his—they kiss as lovers ... uncannily there is a shrill whistle in the room. Toby disentangles herself with wide-open eyes.
John: Sssssssh!
[A second whistle ... and a third, louder ... then silence; downstairs the enraged Mr. Freeman has banged the tube back on its hook.
Toby: Whatever is it?
John: A speaking-tube.
Toby: A speaking-tube? ... who taught it? ... what’s it say?