HUBERT: I should say you do! A living portrait, if ever there was one, what? Now—
MRS. BRAMSON (pointedly): Weren't you going for a walk?
HUBERT: So I was, by Jove! Well, I'll charge off. Bye-bye.
He goes out of the front door.
OLIVIA (her manner faintly hostile): You're very observant.
DAN: Well, the ladies, you know …
MRS. BRAMSON: If he weren't so observant, that Dora mightn't be in the flummox she is now.
DAN (cheerfully): That's true, ma'am.
OLIVIA (rising): You don't sound very repentant.
DAN (as she crosses, stiffly): Well, what's done's done's my motto, isn't it?