...
(_To the others_) See you later! Be good!
_Shutting the front door, his voice dying as the chair passes the
left window._
Down this way to-day....
_A pause. HUBERT and OLIVIA look at each other._
OLIVIA (_suddenly_): What do _you_ think of him?
HUBERT (_a little taken aback_): Him? Grannie's white-headed boy,
you mean? Oh, he's all right. (_Heavily_.) A bit slow on the
uptake, of course. I wish he'd occasionally take that fag-end out of
his mouth.
OLIVIA: He does. For _her_.
HUBERT: That's true. That's why he's made such a hit with her. Funny I
haven't been able to manage it. In two weeks, too ... it's uncanny.
OLIVIA: Uncanny?... I think it's clever.
HUBERT: You don't think he's a wrong 'un, do you?
OLIVIA: What do we know about him?
HUBERT: Why ... his Christian name?
OLIVIA: And that's all.
HUBERT: He looks pretty honest.
OLIVIA: Looks? (_After a pause_.) It's rather frightening to think
what a face can hide.... I sometimes catch sight of one looking at me.
Careful lips, and blank eyes.... And then I find I'm staring at myself
in the glass .
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