Gwen: Can I go in there (indicating his bedroom)? I should be cross-examined, and I feel all wrong for them downstairs to-night.
[John opens the bedroom door for her, and she passes into the room; he shuts the door after her ... there is a little silence between John and Frankie.
John (quietly, almost tonelessly, speaking facts): I met her during the war when I was on leave ... we had supper after the theatre, and I went back to her flat—and stayed there ... and I’ve been there, sometimes, ever since.
[She doesn’t answer.
... I’m very sorry it should have happened like this.
Frankie: I never dreamed of anything like it.... I trusted you ... I hate being deceived ... it’s been going on all this time and I never knew it ... all the time you were with me.
John (quickly): But I never made love to you ... it’s been absolutely apart from the rest of my life here. She’s never been here before.
Frankie: Hasn’t she?
John: No.... They were two quite distinct relationships, mine with you—and with her.
Frankie: I should hope so!