.. for night to come. And I never can. And yet it's
got to.... (_Looking at his perplexed face_) It is silly, isn't
it?
_DORA comes in from the kitchen with a duster and crosses towards the
bedroom. She is a pretty, stupid, and rather sluttish country girl of
twenty, wearing a maid's uniform. She looks depressed_.
Who are those men, Dora?
DORA: What men, miss?
OLIVIA: Over there, behind the clearing.
DORA: Oh.... (_Peering past her_) Oh. 'Adn't seen them. What are
they doing poking about in that bush?
OLIVIA (_absently_): I don't know. I saw them yesterday too,
farther down the woods.
DORA (_lamely_): I expect they're looking for something.
_She goes into the bedroom._
HUBERT: She looks a bit off-colour, doesn't she?
OLIVIA: The atmosphere must be getting her down too.
HUBERT: I'm wondering if I'm going to be able to stand it myself.
Coming over here every day for another week.
OLIVIA (_smiling_): There's nothing to prevent you staying at
_home_ every day for another week ... is there?
HUBERT (_still apparently reading his paper_): Oh, yes, there is.
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