_He salutes her, goes to the desk, and takes out the pills. They
watch him._
MRS. BRAMSON (_off_) Danny!
DAN: Oh, yes, here they are....
HUBERT (_to say something_): Is she feeling off colour again?
DAN (_on his way to the front door_): Off colour? She's never been
on it, man! To hear her go on you'd think the only thing left is
artificial respiration, And chocolates.... (_Laughing, and
calling_) Coming!
_He goes, shutting the front door behind him._
HUBERT: No, really you have to laugh!
OLIVIA: But what you've just seen ... that's exactly what I mean! It's
acting! He's not being himself for a minute--it's all put on for our
benefit ... don't you see?
HUBERT (_banteringly_): D'you know, I think you're in love with
him.
OLIVIA (_with rather more impatience than is necessary_): Don't
be ridiculous.
HUBERT: I was only joking.
OLIVIA: He's common and insolent, and I dislike him intensely.
MRS. TERENCE _comes in from the kitchen._
MRS. TERENCE: What'll you 'ave for tea, scones or crumpets? Can't make
both.
OLIVIA: What d'_you_ think of Dan?
MRS.
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