MRS. TERENCE: Waiting 'and and foot on Madame Crocodile, enough to wear
King Kong out….
NURSE: That's better, eh?
DAN: Is it really getting dark?
MRS. TERENCE: It's a scandal the way the days are drawin' in…. 'Ave another sip——
DAN (as she makes to give him more water, to NURSE LIBBY): You haven't such a thing as a nip of brandy?
NURSE (opening her bag): Yes, lovey, I nearly gave you a drop just now—-
DAN takes a flask from her and gulps; he takes a second mouthful. He gives it back, shakes himself, and looks before him.
MRS. TERENCE: Better?
DAN: Yes…. Clears the brain no end…. Makes you understand better…. (His voice growing in vehemence) Makes you see what a damn silly thing it is to get the wind up about anything. Do things! Get a move on! Show 'em what you're made of! Get a move on!… Fainting, indeed…. Proper girl's trick, I'm ashamed of myself…. (Looking round, quietly) The light's going…. The daytime's as if it's never been; it's dead…. (Seeing the others stare, with a laugh) Daft, isn't it?
DORA brings in an oil lamp from the kitchen; she is wearing her outdoor clothes. She crosses to the table, strikes a match with her back to the audience and lights the lamp, then the wall lamp. The twilight is dispelled.