DAN: And the same palpitations. You don't mind me talking about your health, do you?
MRS. BRAMSON: No.
DAN: Well, d'you know, you ought to get used to letting other people do things for you.
MRS. BRAMSON (a great truth dawning on her): Yes!
DAN: You ought to be very careful.
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes! (After a pause, eyeing him as he smiles at her) You're a funny boy to be a page-boy.
DAN (shyly): D'you think so?
MRS. BRAMSON: Well, now I come to talk to you, you seem so much better class—I mean, you know so much of the world—
DAN: I've knocked about a good bit, you know. Never had any advantages, but I always tried to do the right thing.
MRS. BRAMSON (patronisingly): I think you deserve better— (sharply again) Talking of the right thing, what about Dora?