DAN: Neither do I, but it sounds wonderful. (_Leaning over her, confidentially_) I never saw my mam, and I never had a dad, and the first thing I remember is ... Cardiff Docks. And you're the first 'oman I ever told that, so you can compliment yourself. Or the drink. (_Laughing_) I think it's the drink. OLIVIA: You _do_ live in your imagination, don't you? DAN (_reassuringly_): Yes.... It's the only way to bear with the awful things you have to do. OLIVIA: What awful things? DAN: Well ... (_Grinning like a child and going back to the sofa_) Ah-ha!... I haven't had as much to drink as all that! (_Sitting on the sofa_) Ah-ha!... OLIVIA: You haven't a very high opinion of women, have you? DAN _makes a gesture with his hands, pointing the thumbs downwards with a decisive movement._ DAN: Women don't have to be drunk to talk.... You don't talk that much, though; fair play. (_Looking her up and down, insolently_) You're a dark horse, you are. _A pause. She rises abruptly and stands at the fireplace, her back to him. She takes off her spectacles._ Ye know, this isn't the life for you. What is there to it? Tell me that! OLIVIA (_sombrely_): What is there to it ...? DAN: Yes.... OLIVIA: Getting up at seven, mending my stockings or washing them, having breakfast with a vixenish old woman and spending the rest of the day with her, in a dreary house in the middle of a wood, and going to bed at eleven.... I'm plain, I haven't got any money, I'm shy, and I haven't got any friends. DAN (_teasing_): Don't you _like_ the old lady? OLIVIA: I could kill her. _A pause. She realises what she has said._ DAN (_with a laugh_): Oh, no, you couldn't!... Not many people have it in them to kill people.... Oh, no! _She looks at him. A pause. He studies the palms of his hands, chuckling to himself._ OLIVIA: And what was there to your life at the Tallboys?