MRS. BRAMSON: Yes. I feel absolutely dead.
NURSE (turning at the bedroom, eagerly): Anything new re the murder?
HUBERT: I believe her head was cut off at one stroke.
NURSE (brightly): Oh, poor thing….
She goes into the bedroom. DAN returns from the kitchen, carrying a tray of tea and cakes.
DAN: There you are, fresh as a daisy.—Three lumps, as per usual, and some of the cakes you like——
MRS. BRAMSON (as he pours out her tea): Thank you, dear…. Let me smell your breath. (After smelling it) Clean as a whistle. Smells of peppermints.
OLIVIA: Yes. There were some in the kitchen.
HUBERT: Oh.
MRS. BRAMSON (to HUBERT, as DAN pours out two more cups): So you won't stay to tea, Mr.—er——