DAN (disarming): Oh, I know I'm to blame; I'm not much of a chap, but I'd put things straight like a shot if I had any money … But, you see, I work at the Tallboys, get thirty bob a week, with tips—but listen to me botherin' you with my worries and rubbish the state you're in … well!
MRS. BRAMSON: No, I can stand it.
OLIVIA comes back from the sun-room.
(Pursing her lips, reflectively) I've taken a liking to you.
DAN: Well … (looking round at OLIVIA) That's very kind of you, Mrs. Bramson …
MRS. BRAMSON: It's the way you talked about your mother. That's what it was.
DAN: Was it?
OLIVIA (at the left window): Shall I pack these books?
DAN (going to her with alacrity, taking the parcel from her):
I'll post them for you.
OLIVIA: Oh …