DORA (stressing a little bitterly): Mister Dan?
DAN (smiling): Ahem!…
DORA: Mister Dan first came to work for you, mum, a week last
Monday….
MRS. BRAMSON: Well, I think it's a disgrace——
DORA: I've found something!
DAN'S humming stops abruptly; he swivels round and looks at
DORA, his face unseen by the audience. OLIVIA and MRS.
BRAMSON stare at DORA; a pause.
MRS. BRAMSON: You've found something?
OLIVIA: What?
DORA (excited): This!
She holds out her left arm and lets jail from her fist the length of a soiled belt. A pause. OLIVIA puts down her pencil and pad, goes to her, and looks at the belt.