Frankie: I don’t know, he didn’t.
Gwen: Why didn’t he?
Frankie: He didn’t.
Gwen: You mean you wouldn’t let him?
Frankie: He came straight up here to her.... Oh, it’s so humiliating....
Gwen: D’you think it’s altogether his fault?
Frankie: Oh, I daresay she had plenty to do with it—you can easily see what sort she is.
Gwen (ominously quiet): I didn’t mean her.
Frankie (with fine ironic scorn): Oh, if it wasn’t her fault, I suppose you’ll say it’s mine next.
Gwen: Yes.