BRAMSON (_as he pours out her tea_): Thank you, dear.... Let
me smell your breath. (_After smelling it_) Clean as a whistle.
Smells of peppermints.
OLIVIA: Yes. There were some in the kitchen.
HUBERT: Oh.
MRS. BRAMSON (_to_ HUBERT, _as_ DAN _pours out two more
cups_): So you won't stay to tea, Mr.--er----
HUBERT: Er--(_rising_)--no, thank you....
_DAN sits in HUBERT's chair._
I think I'll get off before it's dark. Good-bye, Mrs. Bramson. Good-bye,
Mr.--er----
DAN (_grinning and saluting_): Dan. Just Dan.
_He opens the press-cutting ledger._
HUBERT (_to OLIVIA_): Good-bye.
OLIVIA (_rises_): Good-bye, Hubert. I'm sorry.
DAN _raises his cup as if drinking a toast to_ MRS. BRAMSON.
_She follows suit._
HUBERT: Can't be helped.... It'll get dark early to-day, I think. Funny
how the evenings draw in this time of year. Good night.
DAN: Good night.
HUBERT (_to OLIVIA_): Good-bye.
OLIVIA: Good-bye.
_She goes to the right window-seat._
MRS. BRAMSON: Johnny Walker, indeed! Impertinence!
DAN (_drinking tea and scanning press-cuttings_): Johnny Walker?
MRS.
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