.. and I realise how successfully I'm hiding the thoughts
I know so well ... and then I know we're all ... strangers. Windows,
with blinds, and behind them ... secrets. What's behind _his_
eyes? (_After a pause, with a smile_) You're quite right, it
_is_ morbid.
HUBERT: D'you think he's a thief or something? By Jove, I left my links
on the washstand before lunch!
OLIVIA: He's acting ... every minute of the time. I know he is! But
he's acting pretty well, because I don't know _how_ I know....
He's walking about here all day, and talking a little, and smiling, and
smoking cigarettes.... Impenetrable ... that's what it is! What's going
on--in his mind? What's he thinking of? (_Vehemently_ ) He
_is_ thinking of something! All the time! What is it?
_DAN enters from the front door and smiles broadly at them._
DAN: Anybody seen my lady's pills? It's a matter of life and death....
I thought _I_ had 'em.
_HUBERT chuckles._
OLIVIA (_after a pause, in a level voice_): Oh, yes. They're in
the top drawer of the desk. I'm so sorry.
DAN: Thank you.
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