HUBERT (deep in his paper): There's a man here in Weston-super-Mare who stood on his head for twenty minutes for a bet, and he hasn't come to yet.
MRS. BRAMSON (sharply): I thought this morning I'd never be able to face the day.
HUBERT: But last night when you opened the port——
MRS. BRAMSON: I've had a relapse since then. My heart's going like anything. Give me a chocolate.
OLIVIA rises and fetches her a chocolate from a large box on the table.
NURSE: How does it feel?
MRS. BRAMSON: Nasty. (Munching her chocolate.) I know it's neuritis.
NURSE: You know, Mrs. Bramson, what you want isn't massage at all, only exercise. Your body——
MRS. BRAMSON: Don't you dictate to me about my body. Nobody here understands my body or anything else about me. As for sympathy, I've forgotten the meaning of the word. (To OLIVIA) What's the matter with your face?
OLIVIA (startled): I—I really don't know.