OLIVIA: It doesn't interest me very much what I look like.
DAN: Don't you believe it.... (_Surveying the shavings in the
hearth_) Tch!... Clumsy.... (_Looking round, and seeing a
newspaper lying on the table_) Ah....
_He crosses to the table.
(Smiling, with the suspicion of a mock-bow_) Excuse me.... (_He
unfolds the newspaper on the table and begins to whittle the stick over
it_.)
OLIVIA: You're very conceited, aren't you?
DAN (_reassuringly_): Yes....
OLIVIA: And you _are_ acting all the time, aren't you?
DAN (_staring at her, as if astonished_): Actin'? Actin' what?
(_Leaning over the table, on both arms_) Look at the way I can
look you in the eyes. I'll stare you out....
OLIVIA (_staring into his eyes_): I have a theory it's the
criminals who _can_ look you in the eyes, and the honest people
who blush and look away.
DAN (_smiling_): Oh....
OLIVIA (_after a pause, challenging_): It's a very blank look,
though, isn't it?
DAN (_smiling_): Is it?
OLIVIA: You are acting, aren't you?
DAN (_after a pause, in a whisper, almost joyfully_): Yes!
OLIVIA (_fascinated_): And what are you like when you stop acting?
DAN: I dunno, it's so long since I stopped.
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