DAN (sitting on the back of the sofa): I was only putting the paraffin away. Now—(He leans over the sofa, and raises his arm slowly.)
MRS. BRAMSON (putting her hand on his arm): I think I'll go to bed now.
DAN (after a pause, dropping his arm): O.K.
MRS. BRAMSON: And I'll have my supper-tray in my room. (Petulantly) Get me back into my chair, dear, will you?
DAN (jerkily): O.K….
He crosses to the invalid-chair.
MRS. BRAMSON: Has she put the glass by the bed for my teeth?
DAN (bringing over the chair): I put it there myself.
He helps her into the chair and pulls it over towards the bedroom.
MRS. BRAMSON (suddenly, in the middle of the room): I want to be read to now.