They both drink._ DAN _sits smiling
and nodding at her._
That day you said to me about me reminding you of your mother.... (DAN
_slowly begins to roll up his sleeves a little way._) These poets
and rubbishy people can think all they like about their verses and
sonnets and such--that girl Olivia writes sonnets--would you believe
it--
DAN: Fancy.
MRS. BRAMSON: They can think all they like, that was a beautiful
thought. (_Her arm on his shoulder_) And when you think you're
just an ignorant boy, it's ... it's startling.
DAN (_with a loud laugh_): That's right.
MRS. BRAMSON: I'll never forget that. Not as long as I live ...
(_Trying to stem her tears_) I want a chocolate now.
DAN: Right you are!... (_Placing her glass and his own on the floor,
and walking briskly to the table_) A nice one with a soft centre,
the kind you like.... Why, here's one straight away.... (_He walks
slowly to the back of the sofa. In a level voice_) Now shut your
eyes ... open your mouth ...
MRS. BRAMSON (_purring_): Oh, Danny.... You're the only one .
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