OLIVIA: You do live in your imagination, don't you?
DAN (reassuringly): Yes…. It's the only way to bear with the awful things you have to do.
OLIVIA: What awful things?
DAN: Well … (Grinning like a child and going back to the sofa) Ah-ha!… I haven't had as much to drink as all that! (Sitting on the sofa) Ah-ha!…
OLIVIA: You haven't a very high opinion of women, have you?
DAN makes a gesture with his hands, pointing the thumbs downwards with a decisive movement.
DAN: Women don't have to be drunk to talk…. You don't talk that much, though; fair play. (Looking her up and down, insolently) You're a dark horse, you are.
A pause. She rises abruptly and stands at the fireplace, her back to him. She takes off her spectacles.
Ye know, this isn't the life for you. What is there to it? Tell me that!
OLIVIA (sombrely): What is there to it …?