MRS. BRAMSON: Sh!
DAN: What?
MRS. BRAMSON: What's that?
DAN: Can you hear something?
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes! A sort of—thumping noise….
She looks at him suddenly, leans forward, and puts her right hand inside his jacket.
Why, Danny, it's you! It's your heart … beating!
He laughs.
Well! Are you all right, dear?
DAN: Fine. I been running along the path, see…. (Garrulously) I been out of training, I suppose; when I was at sea I never missed a day running round the decks, o' course….