MRS. TERENCE'S VOICE (outside the right window): Good night!
DORA (same): Good night!
Silence.
MRS. TERENCE (farther away): Good night!
DORA (same): Good night!
MRS. BRAMSON comes trundling back from the bedroom in her chair.
MRS. BRAMSON: Good night here, good night there; anybody'd think it was the night before Judgment Day. What's the matter with … (Seeing the room is empty) Talking to myself. Wish people wouldn't walk out of rooms and leave me high and dry. Don't like it. (She wheels herself round to the table. A pause. She looks round impatiently.) Where's my chocolates?…
She looks round again, gets up out of her chair for the first time in the play, walks quite normally across the room to the mantelpiece, sees her chocolates are not there, walks up to the occasional table, and takes up the box.
That girl's been at them again….
She walks back to her chair, carrying the chocolates, and sits in it again. She begins to munch. She suddenly stops, as if she has heard something.