OLIVIA: Yes, of course, it's mine! I missed it last week….
MRS. BRAMSON (baulked of excitement): Oh yes, I thought I recognised it…. What nonsense!…
DAN looks at her; chuckling.
DORA (going, dolefully): I'm ever so disappointed….
She goes into the kitchen. OLIVIA goes to the armchair by the fireplace.
MRS. BRAMSON: She'll be joining Scotland Yard next…. Go on, dear.
DAN (reading): "'It is the ree-finement of affectation, Lady
Isabel——'"
_The clock chimes.
(Clapping his hands, to_ MRS. BRAMSON) Ah!
MRS. BRAMSON (pleased): Oh, Danny …