MRS. TERENCE: This way….
She follows BELSIZE into the hall.
BELSIZE: No, don't bother…. Good morning.
He goes out. MRS. TERENCE shuts the door after him.
MRS. BRAMSON (to HUBERT): What are you staring at?
HUBERT (crossing to the fireplace): Funny, I can't get out of my mind what Olivia said about the man being somewhere who's done it.
MRS. TERENCE (coming into the room): Why, Mr. Laurie, it might be you! After all, there's nothing in your face that proves it isn't!
HUBERT: Oh, come, come! You're being a bit hard on the old countenance, aren't you?
MRS. TERENCE: Well, 'e's not going to walk about with bloodshot eyes and a snarl all over his face, is he?
She goes into the kitchen.