DAN (_shyly_): D'you think so?
MRS. BRAMSON: Well, now I come to talk to you, you seem so much better
class--I mean, you know so much of the world--
DAN: I've knocked about a good bit, you know. Never had any advantages,
but I always tried to do the right thing.
MRS. BRAMSON (_patronisingly_): I think you deserve better--
(_sharply again_) Talking of the right thing, what about Dora?
DAN (_disarming_): Oh, I know I'm to blame; I'm not much of a
chap, but I'd put things straight like a shot if I had any money ...
But, you see, I work at the Tallboys, get thirty bob a week, with
tips--but listen to me botherin' you with my worries and rubbish the
state you're in ... well!
MRS. BRAMSON: No, I can stand it.
OLIVIA _comes back from the sun-room_.
(_Pursing her lips, reflectively_) I've taken a liking to you.
DAN: Well ... (_looking round at OLIVIA_) That's very kind of
you, Mrs. Bramson ...
MRS. BRAMSON: It's the way you talked about your mother. That's what
it was.
DAN: Was it?
OLIVIA (_at the left window_): Shall I pack these books?
DAN (_going to her with alacrity, taking the parcel from her_):
I'll post them for you.
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