OLIVIA: Oh, Dan's room used to be the box-room.
BELSIZE: Oh, I see….
OLIVIA: I'll keep it in my wardrobe; it'll be safer there…. With sudden feverish resolution, she picks up the box and carries it into the kitchen. DAN looks the other way as she passes him.
BELSIZE: I'm very sorry, miss. (Scratching his head) I'm afraid
I've offended her….
DAN (smiling): She'll be all right, sir….
BELSIZE: Well, young feller, I'll be off. You might tell the old lady I popped in, and hope she's better.
DAN (smiling and nodding): Thank you, sir…. Good day, sir.
BELSIZE: Good day.
He goes out through the front door into the twilight, closing it behind him.
DAN: Good day sir….