OLIVIA: Oh ...
DAN: I'm passing Shepperley post office on the bike before post time
to-morrow morning. With pleasure!
MRS. BRAMSON: Have you got to go back?
DAN: Now? Well, no, not really ... I've finished on duty now I done
that errand, and this is my half day.
MRS. BRAMSON (_imperiously_): Stay to lunch.
DAN (_apparently taken aback, after a look at_ OLIVIA): Well--I
don't like to impose myself--
MRS. BRAMSON: In the kitchen, of course.
DAN: Oh, I know--
MRS. BRAMSON: There's plenty of food! Stay to lunch!
DAN: Well--I don't know ... all right, so long as you let me help a bit
this morning ... Don't you want some string for this? Where's it kep'?
MRS. BRAMSON: That woman knows. In the kitchen somewhere.
DAN: Through here?
_He tosses the books on the sofa and hurries into the kitchen_.
MRS. BRAMSON _holds out her hands and studies them with a new
interest_.
MRS. BRAMSON: That boy's got understanding.
OLIVIA: Enough to marry Dora?
MRS. BRAMSON: You ought to learn to be a little less bitter, my dear.
Never hook a man if you don't.
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