(_Wheeling herself, muttering_) That woman's a
menace. Good mind to bring an action against her. She ought to be put
away.... (_Shouting_) Wait for me, wait for me!
_Her voice dies away in the kitchen. The kitchen door closes_.
HUBERT _and_ OLIVIA _are alone_.
OLIVIA: That's the fifth action she's threatened to bring this week.
(_She crosses to the right window._)
HUBERT: She's a good one to talk about putting away. Crikey! She'll be
found murdered one of these days.... (_Suddenly reading from his
paper_) "In India a population of three and a half hundred million
is loyal to Britain; now----"
OLIVIA: Oh, Hubert! (_Good humouredly_) I thought I'd cured you of
that.
HUBERT: Sorry.
OLIVIA: You've only had two weeks of her. I've had six.
_A pause. She sighs restlessly._
HUBERT: Fed up?
OLIVIA: It's such a very inadequate expression, don't you think?...
(_After a pause_) How bright the sun is to-day....
_She is pensive, far-away, smiling._
HUBERT: A penny for 'em.
OLIVIA: I was just thinking ... I often wonder on a very fine morning
what it'll be like .
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