DAN: Fancy.
MRS. BRAMSON: They can think all they like, that was a beautiful thought. (Her arm on his shoulder) And when you think you're just an ignorant boy, it's … it's startling.
DAN (with a loud laugh): That's right.
MRS. BRAMSON: I'll never forget that. Not as long as I live … (Trying to stem her tears) I want a chocolate now.
DAN: Right you are!… (Placing her glass and his own on the floor, and walking briskly to the table) A nice one with a soft centre, the kind you like…. Why, here's one straight away…. (He walks slowly to the back of the sofa. In a level voice) Now shut your eyes … open your mouth …
MRS. BRAMSON (purring): Oh, Danny…. You're the only one …
She shuts her eyes. He stands behind her, and puts the chocolate into her mouth. His fingers close slowly and involuntarily over her neck: she feels his touch, and draws both his hands down, giggling, so that his face almost touches hers.
(Maudlin) What strong hands they are…. You're a pet, my little chubby-face, my baby-face, my Danny…. Am I in a draught?
A pause. DAN draws his hands slowly away, walks to the back, and shuts the plush curtains.
I've got to take care of myself, haven't I?