OLIVIA: Did Mrs. Bramson call me, do you know?
A pause. He surveys her from under drooping lids, rolling his cigarette on his lower lip.
DAN: I'm sorry, I don't know your name.
OLIVIA: Oh….
She senses his insolence, goes self-consciously to the desk and takes out the wool.
DAN: Not much doin' round here for a girl, is there?
No answer.
It is not a very entertaining quarter of the world for a young lady, is it?
He gives it up as a bad job. DORA comes in from the kitchen.
DORA (eagerly): What did she … (confused, seeing
OLIVIA) Oh, beg pardon, miss….