_ DAN _starts up and goes
towards the hall._
MRS. BRAMSON (_to_ MRS. TERENCE): See who it is.
MRS. TERENCE (_at the front door, as_ DAN _is about to push past
her_): Oh ... it's only the paraffin boy.... (_To the boy outside,
taking a can from him_) And you bring stuff on a Saturday night
another time.
DAN _is standing behind_ MRS. BRAMSON'S _chair._
MRS. BRAMSON: I should think so----MRS. TERENCE _comes into the
room._ DAN _strikes a match for his cigarette._
MRS. TERENCE (_with a cry_): Oh! Can't you see this is paraffin?
(_She puts the can on the floor just inside the hall._)
MRS. BRAMSON: You went through my side like a knife----
MRS. TERENCE: If people knew what to do with their money, they'd put
electric light in their 'omes 'stead of dangerin' people's lives.
_She goes into the kitchen._ DAN _stares before him, the match
flickering._
MRS. BRAMSON (_blowing out the match_): You'll burn your fingers!
Set yourself on fire! Absent-minded!... I woke up all of a cold shiver.
Had a terrible dream.
DAN (_mechanically_): What about?
MRS.
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