As I told you before, I'm really a
servant here.
DAN (_after a pause_): You're not a very ordinary servant,
though, are you?
OLIVIA (_turning over a page_): N-no ...
DAN: Neither am I.
_He unpicks a knot, and begins to hum absentmindedly. The humming
gradually resolves itself into faint singing._
(_Singing_) "I'm a pretty little feller ... everybody knows ..."
OLIVIA _looks up; a thought crosses her mind. She turns her head and
looks at him.
The Curtain begins to fall slowly.
(Singing, as he intently unravels the string_)
"Don't know what to call me--but I'm mighty lak a rose...."
THE CURTAIN IS DOWN
ACT II
SCENE I
_An afternoon twelve days later. The weather is a little duller._
MRS. BRAMSON _is sitting on the right of the table in her invalid
chair, puzzling out a game of patience. She has smartened up her
appearance in the interval and is wearing purple, and earrings._
OLIVIA _is sitting opposite her, smoking a cigarette, a pencil and
pad on the table in front of her; she is pondering and writing.
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