I can talk.
OLIVIA: Yes, you can.
HUBERT: An all-round chap, really--that's me.
OLIVIA: Yes.
HUBERT: Well?
OLIVIA: I'm sorry, Hubert, but I can't.
HUBERT: You can't? But you told me that day we might make a go of it,
or words to that effect----
OLIVIA: I've thought it over since then, and I'm afraid I can't.
_A pause._
HUBERT: What's changed you?
OLIVIA: Nothing's changed me, Hubert. I've just thought the matter
over, that's all.
_A pause. He crosses towards the fireplace._
HUBERT: Is it another man?
OLIVIA (_startled_): Don't be silly. (_Collecting herself_)
What man could I possibly meet, cooped up here?
HUBERT: Sorry. Can't be helped. Sorry.
DAN (_in the garden_): There we are.--Nice outing, eh--
OLIVIA: So am I.
_The front door opens and_ DAN _wheels in_ MRS. BRAMSON.
_He is as serene as ever, but more animated than before. He is
dressed the same as in the previous scene, and is smoking his usual
cigarette._ HUBERT _sits at the table._
DAN (_hanging up her rug in the hall_): Back home again.
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