DAN (rising): Anything you say, mother o' mine…. Will you have your medicine in your room as well, eh?
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes, dear…. Olivia, you never got a new bottle yesterday!
DAN (as he wheels her into her bedroom): I got it to-day while you were with the chap…. Popped in at the chemist's.
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, thank you, dear. The one by the mortuary?… Oh, my back…. Nurse!…
Her voice is lost in the bedroom. The daylight begins to fade. The church bells die away.
DORA: My sister says all this is wearin' me to a shadow.
OLIVIA: It is trying, isn't it?
DORA: You look that worried, too, Miss Grayne.
OLIVIA: Do I?
DORA: As if you was waiting for something to 'appen.