OLIVIA: Oh?
DORA: Like an explosion. A bomb, or something.
OLIVIA (smiling): I don't think that's very likely…. (Lowering her voice) Have you talked to Dan at all this week?
DORA: Never get the chance. 'E's too busy dancin' attendance on Madame
Crocodile….
DAN _comes back from the bedroom, his cigarette stub between his lips.
(Going towards the kitchen_) I'm off. You don't catch me 'ere after dark.
DAN: Why, will ye be late for courting?
DORA: If I was, they'd wait for me. Good afternoon, Miss Grayne. Good afternoon … sir.
DAN (winking at OLIVIA): Are you sure they'd wait?
DORA: You ought to know.