A pause. She sighs restlessly.
HUBERT: Fed up?
OLIVIA: It's such a very inadequate expression, don't you think?… (After a pause) How bright the sun is to-day….
She is pensive, far-away, smiling.
HUBERT: A penny for 'em.
OLIVIA: I was just thinking … I often wonder on a very fine morning what it'll be like … for night to come. And I never can. And yet it's got to…. (Looking at his perplexed face) It is silly, isn't it?
DORA comes in from the kitchen with a duster and crosses towards the bedroom. She is a pretty, stupid, and rather sluttish country girl of twenty, wearing a maid's uniform. She looks depressed.
Who are those men, Dora?
DORA: What men, miss?
OLIVIA: Over there, behind the clearing.