DORA (_excited_): This! _She holds out her left arm and lets jail from her fist the length of a soiled belt. A pause._ OLIVIA _puts down her pencil and pad, goes to her, and looks at the belt._ OLIVIA: Yes, of course, it's mine! I missed it last week.... MRS. BRAMSON (_baulked of excitement_): Oh yes, I thought I recognised it.... What nonsense!... DAN _looks at her; chuckling._ DORA (_going, dolefully_): I'm ever so disappointed.... _She goes into the kitchen._ OLIVIA _goes to the armchair by the fireplace._ MRS. BRAMSON: She'll be joining Scotland Yard next.... Go on, dear. DAN (_reading_): "'It is the ree-finement of affectation, Lady Isabel----'" _The clock chimes. (Clapping his hands, to_ MRS. BRAMSON) Ah! MRS. BRAMSON (_pleased_): Oh, Danny ... _He hurries to the medicine cupboard and pours medicine into a spoon._ HUBERT _comes in from the front door._ HUBERT (_eagerly_): Have you heard? MRS. BRAMSON (_eagerly_): What? HUBERT: Dora's found a belt! MRS. BRAMSON (_disappointed again_): Oh ... it was Olivia's. HUBERT: I say, what a shame!... MRS. BRAMSON: Tch, tch!... All this sensation-mong---- DAN _drowns her speech by deftly pouring the spoonful of medicine down her throat. He pushes her chocolate-box towards her, and strides briskly into the hall._ Horrid.... DAN (_taking a soft hat from the rack and putting it on_): Good for you, though, the way you are.... MRS. BRAMSON: Yes, dear. DAN (_coming into the room, and beginning to take off his overalls_): And now it's time for your walk.... (_Smiling at_ OLIVIA) It's all right, I got trousers on.... (_Peeling the overalls over his feet, and tossing them on to the left window-seat_) Listen to me talking about your walk, when you'll be in a chair all the time.... (_Chuckling, to_ HUBERT) That's funny, isn't it!... (_Going to_ MRS. BRAMSON) Come on, I got your shawl and your rug in the hall.... MRS. BRAMSON (_as he wheels her into the hall_): Have you got my pills? DAN: I got them in my pocket. MRS. BRAMSON: And my chocolates? DAN: I got them in my pocket too. Here's your hat--better put it on yourself. MRS. BRAMSON: Yes, dear. DAN: And here's your shawl. MRS. BRAMSON: It isn't a shawl, it's a cape. DAN: Well, I don't know, do I? And I carry your rug on my shoulder.... (_To the others_) See you later! Be good! _Shutting the front door, his voice dying as the chair passes the left window._ Down this way to-day.... _A pause. HUBERT and OLIVIA look at each other._ OLIVIA (_suddenly_): What do _you_ think of him? HUBERT (_a little taken aback_): Him? Grannie's white-headed boy, you mean? Oh, he's all right. (_Heavily_.) A bit slow on the uptake, of course. I wish he'd occasionally take that fag-end out of his mouth. OLIVIA: He does. For _her_. HUBERT: That's true. That's why he's made such a hit with her. Funny I haven't been able to manage it. In two weeks, too ... it's uncanny. OLIVIA: Uncanny?... I think it's clever.