Toby: Damned good thing—you are.
John: But who’ll look after you?
Toby: Thanks, I can look after myself. Don’t you worry ... show me downstairs in case I meet anybody....
John: You’re leaving your new frock.
Toby: Keep it ... you can give it to the next one.
[She goes ... John hesitates; then calls into his bedroom.
John: Gwen.
Gwen’s Voice: Yes?
John: I’ll be back in a minute.
[He follows Toby.... Gwen comes back into the room.