DAN: Yes.... Clears the brain no end.... Makes you understand better.... (_His voice growing in vehemence_) Makes you see what a damn silly thing it is to get the wind up about anything. _Do_ things! Get a move on! Show 'em what you're made of! Get a move on!... Fainting, indeed.... Proper girl's trick, I'm ashamed of myself.... (_Looking round, quietly_) The light's going.... The daytime's as if it's never been; it's dead.... (_Seeing the others stare, with a laugh_) Daft, isn't it? DORA _brings in an oil lamp from the kitchen; she is wearing her outdoor clothes. She crosses to the table, strikes a match with her back to the audience and lights the lamp, then the wall lamp. The twilight is dispelled._ NURSE (_shutting her bag, rising_): You'll be all right; a bit light-headed after the fall, I expect. (_Going to the hall_) Well, got an abscess the other side of Turneyfield, _and_ a slow puncture. So long, lovey. DAN (_sitting up_): So long! NURSE: Be good, all! _She bustles out of the front door. A pause._ DAN _sits looking before him, drumming his fingers on the sofa._ DORA (_closing the right window-curtains_): What's the matter with him? MRS. TERENCE: Conked out. DORA: Conked out? Oh, dear.... D'you think 'e see'd something? I'll tell you what it is! MRS. TERENCE (_closing the left window-curtains_): What? DORA: The monster's lurking again. _Mechanically_ DAN _takes a box of matches and a cigarette from his pocket._ MRS. TERENCE: I'll give you lurk, my girl, look at the egg on my toby! Why don't you learn to wash up, instead of walkin' about talking like three-halfpennyworth of trash? DORA: I can't wash up properly in that kitchen, with that light. Them little oil lamps isn't any good except to set the place on fire. _She goes into the kitchen._ DAN _drums his fingers on the sofa._ MRS. BRAMSON _wheels herself from the bedroom._ MRS. BRAMSON: I dropped off. Why didn't somebody wake me? Have I been missing something? MRS. TERENCE: That Inspector Belsize called. MRS. BRAMSON (_testily_): Then why didn't somebody wake me? Dan, what did he want? DAN: Just a friendly call. MRS. BRAMSON: You seem very far away, dear. What's the matter with you?... Dan! DAN: Bit of an 'eadache, that's all. MRS. BRAMSON: Doesn't make you deaf, though, dear, does it? MRS. TERENCE: Now, now, turnin' against the apple of your eye; can't 'ave that goin' on---- _A sharp knock at the front door._ DAN _starts up and goes towards the hall._ MRS. BRAMSON (_to_ MRS. TERENCE): See who it is. MRS. TERENCE (_at the front door, as_ DAN _is about to push past her_): Oh ... it's only the paraffin boy.... (_To the boy outside, taking a can from him_) And you bring stuff on a Saturday night another time. DAN _is standing behind_ MRS. BRAMSON'S _chair._ MRS. BRAMSON: I should think so----MRS. TERENCE _comes into the room._ DAN _strikes a match for his cigarette._