He speaks with a rough accent, indeterminate, but
more Welsh than anything else.
His personality varies very considerably as the play proceeds: the
impression he gives at the moment is one of totally disarming good
humour and childlike unself-consciousness. It would need a very close
observer to suspect that there is something wrong somewhere--that this
personality is completely assumed._ DORA _shuts the front door and
comes to the back of the sofa._
MRS. BRAMSON (_sternly_): Well?
DAN (_saluting_): Mornin', all!
MRS. BRAMSON: So you're Baby-face?
DAN: That's me. (_Grinning._) Silly name, isn't it? (_After a
pause._) I must apologise to all and sundry for this fancy dress,
but it's my working togs. I been on duty this mornin', and my hands
isn't very clean. You see, I didn't know as it was going to be a party.
MRS. BRAMSON: Party?
DAN (_looking at_ OLIVIA): Well, it's ladies, isn't it?
HUBERT: Are you shy with ladies?
DAN (_smiling at_ OLIVIA): Oh, yes.
OLIVIA _moves away coldly._ DAN _turns to_ MRS. BRAMSON.
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