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BELSIZE (_as OLIVIA goes_): Afternoon, Miss Grayne!
OLIVIA (_putting on her spectacles_): How do you do....
_She makes an effort to compose herself and hurries across to the
sun-room._ BELSIZE'S _attitude is one of slightly exaggerated
breeziness:_ DAN'S _is one of cheerful naivete almost as limpid as
on his first appearance._
BELSIZE: Bearing up, eh?
DAN: Yes, sir, bearin' up, you know....
BELSIZE: We haven't scared you all out of the house yet, I see!
DAN: No chance!
BELSIZE: All these blood-curdlers, eh?
DAN: I should say so!
BELSIZE: No more news for me, I suppose?
DAN: No chance!
BELSIZE: Ah ... too bad! Mind if I sit down?
DAN: (_pointing to the sofa_): Well, this is the nearest you get
to comfort in this house, sir.
BELSIZE: No, thanks, this'll do.... (_Sitting on a chair at the
table, and indicating the cuttings_) I see you keep apace of the
news?
DAN: I should say so! They can't hardly wait for the latest on the
case in this house, sir.
BELSIZE: Ah, well, it's only natural.... I got a bit of a funny feeling
bottom of my spine myself crossing by the rubbish-heap.
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