OLIVIA: I know you will. I just can't realise it.
DAN: You know, when I told you all that about meself just now, I'd made up my mind then about you. (Moving slowly after her, round the table, as she steps back towards the window.) That's what I am, see? I make up me mind to do a thing, and I do it…. You remember that first day when I come in here? I said to meself then, There's a girl that's got her wits about her; she knows a thing or two; different from the others. I was right, wasn't I? You——(Stopping abruptly, and looking round the room) What's that light in here?
OLIVIA: What light?
DAN: There's somebody in this room's holdin' a flashlight.
OLIVIA: It can't be in this room…. It must be a light in the wood.
DAN: It can't be.
A flashlight crosses the window-curtains. OLIVIA turns and stares at it.
OLIVIA: Somebody's watching the bungalow….
He looks at her, as if he did not understand.
DAN (fiercely): Nobody's watching!… (He runs to the window.
She backs into the corner of the room.)