HUBERT: Er—(rising)—no, thank you….
DAN sits in HUBERT's chair.
I think I'll get off before it's dark. Good-bye, Mrs. Bramson. Good-bye,
Mr.—er——
DAN (grinning and saluting): Dan. Just Dan.
He opens the press-cutting ledger.
HUBERT (to OLIVIA): Good-bye.
OLIVIA (rises): Good-bye, Hubert. I'm sorry.
DAN raises his cup as if drinking a toast to MRS. BRAMSON. She follows suit.
HUBERT: Can't be helped…. It'll get dark early to-day, I think. Funny how the evenings draw in this time of year. Good night.
DAN: Good night.