John: All clear.
Toby: Doesn’t it want to be answered?
John: No. But it means we’re alone here—you and I.
Toby: Oh!
[She is near the speaking-tube; John has gone to a big chair by the fire.
John: Put the light out ... the switch is there by the door ... there, silly ... just in front of you ... that’s right.
[She works the switch; the lights go out—except one softly shaded one.
Toby: Oooooooh! Nice.
[Meanwhile John lights the gas-fire.
[He holds a match where it should be and there is a terrific bang.