MRS. BRAMSON (blowing out the match): You'll burn your fingers!
Set yourself on fire! Absent-minded!… I woke up all of a cold shiver.
Had a terrible dream.
DAN (mechanically): What about?
MRS. BRAMSON: Horrors…. I'm freezing. Get me my shawl off my bed, will you, dear?… (As he does not move) My shawl, dear! DAN starts, collects himself and smiles his most ingratiating smile.
DAN: I am sorry, mum. In the Land of Nod, I was! Let me see, what was it your highness was after? A shawl? No sooner said than done…. You watch me! One, two, three!
He runs into the bedroom.
MRS. BRAMSON: Silly boy … silly boy….
OLIVIA comes in quickly from the kitchen. She is dressed to go out and carries a suitcase. Where are you off to?
OLIVIA: I—I've had a telegram. A friend of mine in London's very ill.
MRS. BRAMSON: What's the matter with her?
OLIVIA: Pneumonia.