TERENCE (_closing the left window-curtains_): What?
DORA: The monster's lurking again.
_Mechanically_ DAN _takes a box of matches and a cigarette from
his pocket._
MRS. TERENCE: I'll give you lurk, my girl, look at the egg on my toby!
Why don't you learn to wash up, instead of walkin' about talking like
three-halfpennyworth of trash?
DORA: I can't wash up properly in that kitchen, with that light. Them
little oil lamps isn't any good except to set the place on fire.
_She goes into the kitchen._ DAN _drums his fingers on the
sofa._ MRS. BRAMSON _wheels herself from the bedroom._
MRS. BRAMSON: I dropped off. Why didn't somebody wake me? Have I been
missing something?
MRS. TERENCE: That Inspector Belsize called.
MRS. BRAMSON (_testily_): Then why didn't somebody wake me? Dan,
what did he want?
DAN: Just a friendly call.
MRS. BRAMSON: You seem very far away, dear. What's the matter with
you?... Dan!
DAN: Bit of an 'eadache, that's all.
MRS. BRAMSON: Doesn't make you deaf, though, dear, does it?
MRS. TERENCE: Now, now, turnin' against the apple of your eye; can't
'ave that goin' on----
_A sharp knock at the front door.
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