John: ... I’d rather you didn’t say anything about it till she’s gone, please.
[No answer. Toby comes in dressed again.
Toby: Show me down to the front door, please. (She crosses at once to the other door; John following.)
John (low to her): I can’t come with you at once.
Toby: I don’t want you to ... I don’t want you to come any more—ever.
John: Toby!
Gwen (by the open door into the bedroom): Frankie!
[She makes an enticing movement, and this time Frankie, more tractable, follows her into the bedroom.
Toby: I don’t want ever to see you again.
John: It’s been damnable for you ... you make me feel a brute.