Frankie: Yes, it is. Quite simple. He’s been a beast; nothing can alter that.
Gwen: I don’t know.
Frankie: I do.
Gwen: Such heaps of things are uncertain—that seemed certain——
[John comes back.
John (speaking at once): Will you talk to me, Frankie?
Frankie: I suppose so.
John: Leave us alone, Sis, for a bit.
Gwen: Are they up, downstairs?
John: There’s a light in the drawing-room.