HUBERT: I wonder how soon the old girl'll get his number?… Oh, but fair play, we're talking about the chap as if he were the most terrible——
MRS. TERENCE: Why, what's 'e done?
HUBERT: Exactly.
OLIVIA: I don't know, but I feel so strongly … Is Dora there?… (Calling cautiously) Dora!
MRS. TERENCE: Oh, she won't know anything. She's as 'alf-witted as she's lazy, and that's sayin' a lot. She'd cut 'er nose off to stop the dust-bin smelling sooner than empty it, she would.
DORA comes in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron.
DORA: Did somebody say Dora?
OLIVIA: Has Dan said any more about marrying you?
DORA: No. She 'asn't brought it up again, either.
OLIVIA: Does he talk to you at all?