MRS. TERENCE: Now, now, turnin' against the apple of your eye; can't 'ave that goin' on——
A sharp knock at the front door. DAN starts up and goes towards the hall.
MRS. BRAMSON (to MRS. TERENCE): See who it is.
MRS. TERENCE (at the front door, as DAN is about to push past her): Oh … it's only the paraffin boy…. (To the boy outside, taking a can from him) And you bring stuff on a Saturday night another time.
DAN is standing behind MRS. BRAMSON'S chair.
MRS. BRAMSON: I should think so——MRS. TERENCE comes into the room. DAN strikes a match for his cigarette.
MRS. TERENCE (with a cry): Oh! Can't you see this is paraffin? (She puts the can on the floor just inside the hall.)
MRS. BRAMSON: You went through my side like a knife——
MRS. TERENCE: If people knew what to do with their money, they'd put electric light in their 'omes 'stead of dangerin' people's lives.
She goes into the kitchen. DAN stares before him, the match flickering.