MRS. TERENCE: Well, nobody's seen it open. If you 'ave a peep inside,
young fellow, you'll go down in 'istory, that's what you'll do ...
(_Dan salutes her. She sniffs_) Something's boiling over.
_She rushes back into the kitchen as_ OLIVIA _comes back from
the sun-room_.
OLIVIA: Did Mrs. Bramson call me, do you know?
_A pause. He surveys her from under drooping lids, rolling his
cigarette on his lower lip_.
DAN: I'm sorry, I don't know your name.
OLIVIA: Oh....
_She senses his insolence, goes self-consciously to the desk and
takes out the wool_.
DAN: Not much doin' round here for a girl, is there?
_No answer_.
It is not a very entertaining quarter of the world for a young lady, is
it?
_He gives it up as a bad job_. DORA _comes in from the
kitchen_.
DORA (_eagerly_): What did she ... (_confused, seeing_
OLIVIA) Oh, beg pardon, miss....
_She hurries back into the kitchen_. DAN _jerks head after her
with a laugh and looks at_ OLIVIA.
OLIVIA (_arranging wool at the table_): I'm not a snob, but, in
case you ever call here again, I'd like to point out that though I'm
employed by my aunt, I'm not quite in Dora's position.
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