DORA _runs into the kitchen, snivelling._
MRS. TERENCE (_to_ OLIVIA): The way you worked us all up! Doesn't
it all go to show--
_She hears_ DAN _return, and looks round apprehensively. He goes
to the table slowly and looks at the two suitcases._
DAN (_smiling, to_ MRS. TERENCE): Would you mind please givin' me
a hand with the tidyin' up?... (_Taking up the suitcases_) And
carryin' the other one?... (_Going into the kitchen, followed by_
MRS. TERENCE _carrying the hat-box_) Looks as if we're goin' on
our holidays, doesn't it?...
OLIVIA _is alone for a moment. She stares before her, perplexed._
DAN _returns. She looks away. He looks at her, his eyes narrowed. A
pause. Studying her, he takes from a pocket of his jacket a formidable-
looking clasp-knife, unclasps it, and tests the blade casually with
his fingers. He glances at the mantelpiece, crosses to it, takes down a
stick, and begins to sharpen the end of it._ OLIVIA _watches him.
A pause. _ OLIVIA: _Did_ you do it?
_He whittles at the stick._
DAN: You wouldn't be bad-lookin' without them glasses.
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