She goes out through the front door.
HUBERT: What gentleman? What duty?
OLIVIA: The maid's going to have a baby. (She crosses and puts the wool in the cupboard of the desk.)
HUBERT: Is she, by Jove!… Don't look at me like that, Mrs. Bramson!
I've only been in the county two weeks…. But is he from the
Tallboys?
MRS. BRAMSON: A page-boy or something of the sort.
DORA comes back to the front door, looks back, and beckons. She is followed by DAN, _who saunters past her into the room. He is a young fellow wearing a blue pill-box hat, uniform trousers, a jacket too small for him, and bicycle-clips: the stub of a cigarette dangles between his lips. He speaks with a rough accent, indeterminate, but more Welsh than anything else.
His personality varies very considerably as the play proceeds: the impression he gives at the moment is one of totally disarming good humour and childlike unself-consciousness. It would need a very close observer to suspect that there is something wrong somewhere—that this personality is completely assumed._ DORA shuts the front door and comes to the back of the sofa.
MRS. BRAMSON (sternly): Well?
DAN (saluting): Mornin', all!
MRS. BRAMSON: So you're Baby-face?