NURSE (shutting her bag, rising): You'll be all right; a bit light-headed after the fall, I expect. (Going to the hall) Well, got an abscess the other side of Turneyfield, and a slow puncture. So long, lovey.
DAN (sitting up): So long!
NURSE: Be good, all!
She bustles out of the front door. A pause. DAN sits looking before him, drumming his fingers on the sofa.
DORA (closing the right window-curtains): What's the matter with him?
MRS. TERENCE: Conked out.
DORA: Conked out? Oh, dear…. D'you think 'e see'd something? I'll tell you what it is!
MRS. TERENCE (closing the left window-curtains): What?
DORA: The monster's lurking again.
Mechanically DAN takes a box of matches and a cigarette from his pocket.