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DORA: _Was_ it about me?
OLIVIA: Of course it wasn't.
DORA (_relieved_): Oh.... Please, mum, 'e's 'ere.
MRS. BRAMSON: Who?
DORA: My boy fr--my gentleman friend, ma'am, from the Tallboys.
MRS. BRAMSON: I'm ready for him. (_Waving aside the wool which_
OLIVIA _brings to her_) The sooner he's made to realise what his
duty _is_, the better. _I_'ll give him baby-face!
DORA: Thank you, ma'am.
_She goes out through the front door._
HUBERT: What gentleman? What duty?
OLIVIA: The maid's going to have a baby. (_She crosses and puts the
wool in the cupboard of the desk._)
HUBERT: Is she, by Jove!... Don't look at me like that, Mrs. Bramson!
I've only been in the county two weeks.... But is _he_ from the
Tallboys?
MRS. BRAMSON: A page-boy or something of the sort.
DORA _comes back to the front door, looks back, and beckons. She is
followed by_ DAN, _who saunters past her into the room. He is a
young fellow wearing a blue pill-box hat, uniform trousers, a jacket
too small for him, and bicycle-clips: the stub of a cigarette dangles
between his lips.
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