OLIVIA: I'm sorry, it's a waste of time doing your stuff with me. I'm not the type. (Crossing to the desk and turning suddenly to him) Are you playing up to Mrs. Bramson?
DAN: Playin' up?
OLIVIA: It crossed my mind for a minute. You stand a pretty poor chance there, you know.
DAN (after a pause, smiling): What d'you bet me?
OLIVIA turns from him, annoyed, and puts the wool away.
MRS. BRAMSON careers in from the kitchen in her chair.
MRS. BRAMSON: They say they've got permits to look for that silly woman—who are they, I'd like to know? If there's anything I hate, it's these men who think they've got authority.
OLIVIA: I don't think they're quite as bad as men who think they've got charm.
She goes back into the sun-room. DAN whistles.
MRS. BRAMSON: What did she mean by that?