HUBERT: Why … his Christian name?
OLIVIA: And that's all.
HUBERT: He looks pretty honest.
OLIVIA: Looks? (After a pause.) It's rather frightening to think what a face can hide…. I sometimes catch sight of one looking at me. Careful lips, and blank eyes…. And then I find I'm staring at myself in the glass … and I realise how successfully I'm hiding the thoughts I know so well … and then I know we're all … strangers. Windows, with blinds, and behind them … secrets. What's behind his eyes? (After a pause, with a smile) You're quite right, it is morbid.
HUBERT: D'you think he's a thief or something? By Jove, I left my links on the washstand before lunch!
OLIVIA: He's acting … every minute of the time. I know he is! But he's acting pretty well, because I don't know how I know…. He's walking about here all day, and talking a little, and smiling, and smoking cigarettes…. Impenetrable … that's what it is! What's going on—in his mind? What's he thinking of? (Vehemently ) He is thinking of something! All the time! What is it?
DAN enters from the front door and smiles broadly at them.
DAN: Anybody seen my lady's pills? It's a matter of life and death….
I thought I had 'em.
HUBERT chuckles.
OLIVIA (after a pause, in a level voice): Oh, yes. They're in the top drawer of the desk. I'm so sorry.