DORA (perplexed): Oh … only how-do-you-do and beg-your-pardon. I've never really spent any time in 'is company, you see. Except, o' course—
HUBERT: Quite. What's your idea of him?
DORA: Oh…. (Moving to the centre of the room) 'E's all right. Takes 'is fun where 'e finds it. And leaves it…. Cracks 'imself up, you know. Pretends 'e doesn't care a twopenny, but always got 'is eye on what you're thinking of 'im … if you know what I mean.
OLIVIA: Yes, I do. That incredible vanity … they always have it.
Always.
HUBERT: Who?
A pause.
OLIVIA: Murderers.
A pause. They stare at her.
HUBERT: Good God!…
MRS. TERENCE: D'you mean … this woman they're looking for?