MRS. BRAMSON (after a pause): If he marries you at once.
DORA: Shall I—(Eagerly) As a matter of fact, ma'am, he's gone on a message on his bicycle to Payley Hill this morning, and he said he might pop in to see me on the way back—
MRS. BRAMSON: That's right; nothing like visitors to brighten your mornings, eh? I'll deal with him.
DORA: Yes…. (Going, and turning at the kitchen door—in impulsive relief) Oh, ma'am—
MRS. BRAMSON: And I'll stop the Crown Derby out of your wages.
DORA (crestfallen): Oh!
MRS. BRAMSON: What were you going to say?
DORA: Well, ma'am, I was going to say I don't know how to thank you for your generosity….
She goes into the kitchen. The clock chimes.
MRS. BRAMSON: Olivia!