MRS. BRAMSON: I'll make him keen. Who is the gentleman?
DORA: A boy I know; Dan his name is—'leas' 'e's not a gentleman. He's a page-boy at the Tallboys.
MRS. BRAMSON: The Tallboys? D'you mean that new-fangled place all awnings and loud speakers and things?
DORA: That's right. On the by-pass.
MRS. BRAMSON: Just the nice ripe sort of place for mischief, it always looked to me. All those lanterns…. What's his character, the good-for-nothing scoundrel?
DORA: Oh, he's nice, really. He done the wrong thing by me, but he's all right, if you know what I mean….
MRS. BRAMSON: No, I don't. Where does he come from?
DORA: He's sort of Welsh, I think. 'E's been to sea, too. He's funny, of course. Ever so open. Baby-face they call him. Though I never seem to get 'old of what 'e's thinking, somehow—
MRS. BRAMSON: I'll get hold of what he's thinking, all right. I've had my knife into that sort ever since I was a girl.
DORA: Oh, mum, if I got him to let you speak to him—d'you think I could stay on?