MRS. TERENCE (_manoeuvring her through the front door_): I could talk me 'ead off and not talk as much as some people I could mention. OLIVIA _is alone. A pause. She spreads her paper on the table and finds_ DAN'S _hat under it. She picks it up and looks at it_; DAN _comes in from the kitchen with a ball of tangled string, a cigarette between his lips. He is about to take the books into the kitchen, when he sees her. He crosses to her_. DAN: Excuse me ... (_Taking the hat from her, cheerfully_) I think I'll hang it in the hall, same as if I was a visitor ... _He does so, then takes up the book, sits on the sofa, and begins to unravel the string. A pause_. You don't mind me stayin' and havin' a bit o' lunch ... in the kitchen, do you? OLIVIA: It's not for me to say. As I told you before, I'm really a servant here. DAN (_after a pause_): You're not a very ordinary servant, though, are you? OLIVIA (_turning over a page_): N-no ... DAN: Neither am I. _He unpicks a knot, and begins to hum absentmindedly. The humming gradually resolves itself into faint singing._ (_Singing_) "I'm a pretty little feller ... everybody knows ..." OLIVIA _looks up; a thought crosses her mind. She turns her head and looks at him. The Curtain begins to fall slowly. (Singing, as he intently unravels the string_) "Don't know what to call me--but I'm mighty lak a rose...." THE CURTAIN IS DOWN ACT II SCENE I _An afternoon twelve days later. The weather is a little duller._ MRS. BRAMSON _is sitting on the right of the table in her invalid chair, puzzling out a game of patience. She has smartened up her appearance in the interval and is wearing purple, and earrings._ OLIVIA _is sitting opposite her, smoking a cigarette, a pencil and pad on the table in front of her; she is pondering and writing. A portable gramophone on a small table next the desk is playing the H.M.V. dance record of "Dames." A pause_. MRS. BRAMSON _coughs. She coughs again, and looks at_ OLIVIA, _waving her hand before her, clearing away billows of imaginary smoke_. OLIVIA: I'm sorry. Is my cigarette worrying you? MRS. BRAMSON (_temper_): Not at all. I like it! OLIVIA _stubs out her cigarette with a resigned look and goes on making notes_. DAN _enters from the kitchen, keeping time to the music, carrying a bunch of roses, wearing overalls over flannel trousers and a brown golf jacket, and smoking. He goes to the fireplace and clumps the roses into a vase on the mantelpiece, humming the tune. He crosses to the gramophone, still in rhythm,_ MRS. BRAMSON _keeping time skittishly with her hands. He turns off the gramophone and looks over_ OLIVIA'S _shoulder at what she is writing._ DAN (_singing_): "Their home addresses ... and their caresses ... linger in my memory of ... those beautiful dames" ... (_His hand to his forehead_) That's me! OLIVIA _looks at him coldly and continues her notes._ MRS. BRAMSON: It won't come out....