HUBERT: You don't think he's a wrong 'un, do you? OLIVIA: What do we know about him? HUBERT: Why ... his Christian name? OLIVIA: And that's all. HUBERT: He looks pretty honest. OLIVIA: Looks? (_After a pause_.) It's rather frightening to think what a face can hide.... I sometimes catch sight of one looking at me. Careful lips, and blank eyes.... And then I find I'm staring at myself in the glass ... and I realise how successfully I'm hiding the thoughts I know so well ... and then I know we're all ... strangers. Windows, with blinds, and behind them ... secrets. What's behind _his_ eyes? (_After a pause, with a smile_) You're quite right, it _is_ morbid. HUBERT: D'you think he's a thief or something? By Jove, I left my links on the washstand before lunch! OLIVIA: He's acting ... every minute of the time. I know he is! But he's acting pretty well, because I don't know _how_ I know.... He's walking about here all day, and talking a little, and smiling, and smoking cigarettes.... Impenetrable ... that's what it is! What's going on--in his mind? What's he thinking of? (_Vehemently_ ) He _is_ thinking of something! All the time! What is it? _DAN enters from the front door and smiles broadly at them._ DAN: Anybody seen my lady's pills? It's a matter of life and death.... I thought _I_ had 'em. _HUBERT chuckles._ OLIVIA (_after a pause, in a level voice_): Oh, yes. They're in the top drawer of the desk. I'm so sorry. DAN: Thank you. _He salutes her, goes to the desk, and takes out the pills. They watch him._ MRS. BRAMSON (_off_) Danny! DAN: Oh, yes, here they are.... HUBERT (_to say something_): Is she feeling off colour again? DAN (_on his way to the front door_): Off colour? She's never been on it, man! To hear her go on you'd think the only thing left is artificial respiration, And chocolates.... (_Laughing, and calling_) Coming! _He goes, shutting the front door behind him._ HUBERT: No, really you have to laugh! OLIVIA: But what you've just seen ... that's exactly what I mean! It's acting! He's not being himself for a minute--it's all put on for our benefit ... don't you see? HUBERT (_banteringly_): D'you know, I think you're in love with him. OLIVIA (_with rather more impatience than is necessary_): Don't be ridiculous. HUBERT: I was only joking. OLIVIA: He's common and insolent, and I dislike him intensely. MRS. TERENCE _comes in from the kitchen._ MRS. TERENCE: What'll you 'ave for tea, scones or crumpets? Can't make both. OLIVIA: What d'_you_ think of Dan? MRS. TERENCE: Dan? Oh, 'e's all right. Bit of a mystery. HUBERT: Oh. MRS. TERENCE (_shutting the kitchen door and coming into the middle of the room_): Terrible liar, o' course. But then a lot of us are. Told me he used to 'unt to 'ounds and 'ave 'is own pack. Before 'e went up in the world and went as a page-boy, I suppose. OLIVIA (_to_ HUBERT): You see? He wouldn't try that on with us, but couldn't resist it with her.