BRAMSON (_cutting_): You smoke, I see.
DAN: Yes. (_Taking the stub out of his mouth with alacrity and taking
off his hat_) Oh, I'm sorry. I always forget my manners with a
cigarette when I'm in company.... (_Pushing the stub behind his ear,
as_ OLIVIA _crosses to the armchair_) I always been clumsy in
people's houses. I am sorry.
MRS. BRAMSON: You know my maid, Dora Parkoe, I believe?
DAN: Well, we have met, yes ... (_with a grin at_ DORA).
MRS. BRAMSON (_to_ DORA): Go away!
DORA _creeps back into the kitchen_.
You walked out with her last August Bank Holiday?
DAN: Yes.... Excuse me smiling, but it sounds funny when you put it
like that, doesn't it?
MRS. BRAMSON: You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
DAN (_soberly_): Oh, I am.
MRS. BRAMSON: How did it happen?
DAN (_embarrassed_): Well ... we went ... did _you_ have a
nice bank holiday?
MRS. BRAMSON: Answer my question!
HUBERT: Were you in love with the wench?
DAN: Oh, yes!
MRS. BRAMSON (_triumphantly_): When did you first meet her?
DAN: Er--bank holiday morning.
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