DAN: Oh, yes!
MRS. BRAMSON (triumphantly): When did you first meet her?
DAN: Er—bank holiday morning.
MRS. BRAMSON: Picked her up, I suppose?
DAN: Oh, no, I didn't pick her up! I asked her for a match, and then I took her for a bit of a walk, to take her mind off her work—
HUBERT: You seem to have succeeded.
DAN (smiling at him, then catching MRS. BRAMSON's eye): I've thought about it a good bit since, I can tell you. Though it's a bit awkward talking about it in front of strangers; though you all look very nice people; but it is a bit awkward—
HUBERT: I should jolly well think it is awkward for a chap! Though of course, never having been in the same jam myself—
MRS. BRAMSON: I haven't finished with him yet.
HUBERT: In that case I'm going for my stroll …