He goes towards the kitchen.
OLIVIA: Mrs. Terence is getting the tea.
DAN (at the door): She don't make tea like me. I'm an old sailor, Miss Grayne. Don't you forget that.
He goes into the kitchen.
OLIVIA: I'm not interested, I'm afraid.
MRS. BRAMSON (wheeling herself to the front of the table): Look here, Olivia, you're downright rude to that boy, and if there's one thing that never gets a woman anywhere, it's rudeness. What have you got against him?
HUBERT: Surely he's got more to say for himself to-day than when I met him before?
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, he's been in rare spirits all day.
HUBERT: Johnny Walker, judging by the whiff of breath I got just now.
MRS. BRAMSON: Meaning whisky?