DAN: Oh, I hope not ... (_She turns away, confused. He moves to
her._) Though I'll be putting it all right for Dora. I'm going to
marry her. And--
OLIVIA (_coldly_): I don't believe you.
DAN (_after a pause_): You don't like me, do you?
OLIVIA: No.
DAN (_with a smile_): Well, everybody else does!
OLIVIA (_absorbed in her wool-sorting_): Your eyes are set quite
wide apart, your hands are quite good ... I don't really know what's
wrong with you.
DAN _looks at his outspread hands. A pause. He breaks it, and goes
nearer to her_.
DAN (_persuasively_): You know, I've been looking at you too.
You're lonely, aren't you? I could see--
OLIVIA: I'm sorry, it's a waste of time doing your stuff with me. I'm
not the type. (_Crossing to the desk and turning suddenly to him_)
Are you playing up to Mrs. Bramson?
DAN: Playin' up?
OLIVIA: It crossed my mind for a minute. You stand a pretty poor chance
there, you know.
DAN (_after a pause, smiling_): What d'you bet me?
OLIVIA _turns from him, annoyed, and puts the wool away_.
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