MRS. TERENCE: Fancy Shepperley bein' in print.
MRS. BRAMSON: Wheel me out, and don't talk so much.
MRS. TERENCE (manoeuvring her through the front door): I could talk me 'ead off and not talk as much as some people I could mention.
OLIVIA is alone. A pause. She spreads her paper on the table and finds DAN'S hat under it. She picks it up and looks at it; DAN comes in from the kitchen with a ball of tangled string, a cigarette between his lips. He is about to take the books into the kitchen, when he sees her. He crosses to her.
DAN: Excuse me … (Taking the hat from her, cheerfully) I think
I'll hang it in the hall, same as if I was a visitor …
He does so, then takes up the book, sits on the sofa, and begins to unravel the string. A pause.
You don't mind me stayin' and havin' a bit o' lunch … in the kitchen, do you?
OLIVIA: It's not for me to say. As I told you before, I'm really a servant here.
DAN (after a pause): You're not a very ordinary servant, though, are you?
OLIVIA (turning over a page): N-no …