MRS. BRAMSON: Well, some people would call it something else.
OLIVIA (losing her temper): Oh, won't you see …
MRS. BRAMSON: I'm very annoyed with you. How are you going to get there?
OLIVIA: Walking.
MRS. BRAMSON: Through the forest? Not too frightened for that, I see.
OLIVIA: I'd rather spend to-night in the forest than in this house.
MRS. BRAMSON: That sounds convincing, I must say. Well, you can go, but when you come back, I'm not so sure I shall answer the door. Think that over in the morning.
OLIVIA: The morning?…
DAN'S VOICE (in the bedroom, singing): "… their home addresses … and their caresses … linger in my memory of those beautiful dames …"
OLIVIA listens, holding her breath; she tries to say something to MRS. BRAMSON, and fails. She makes an effort, and runs out of the front door. It bangs behind her. DAN comes back from the bedroom, carrying a shawl.