.. I suppose. Her neck ...
rather thick. Laughs a bit loud; and then it stops. (_After a
pause_) She's ... very lively. (_With a quick smile that dispels
the atmosphere he has unaccountably created_) You can't say I don't
keep my eyes skinned, can you?
HUBERT: I should say you do! A living portrait, if ever there was one,
what? Now--
MRS. BRAMSON (_pointedly_): Weren't you going for a walk?
HUBERT: So I was, by Jove! Well, I'll charge off. Bye-bye.
_He goes out of the front door_.
OLIVIA (_her manner faintly hostile_): You're very observant.
DAN: Well, the ladies, you know ...
MRS. BRAMSON: If he weren't so observant, that Dora mightn't be in the
flummox she is now.
DAN (_cheerfully_): That's true, ma'am.
OLIVIA (_rising_): You don't sound very repentant.
DAN (_as she crosses, stiffly_): Well, what's done's done's my
motto, isn't it?
_She goes into the sun-room. He makes a grimace after her and holds
his left hand out, the thumb pointing downwards_.
MRS. BRAMSON: And what does that mean?
DAN: She's a nice bit of ice for next summer, isn't she?
MRS.
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