OLIVIA: I won't say any more. I know how silly it sounds.
DORA runs into the kitchen, snivelling.
MRS. TERENCE (to OLIVIA): The way you worked us all up! Doesn't it all go to show—
She hears DAN return, and looks round apprehensively. He goes to the table slowly and looks at the two suitcases.
DAN (smiling, to MRS. TERENCE): Would you mind please givin' me a hand with the tidyin' up?… (Taking up the suitcases) And carryin' the other one?… (Going into the kitchen, followed by MRS. TERENCE carrying the hat-box) Looks as if we're goin' on our holidays, doesn't it?…
OLIVIA is alone for a moment. She stares before her, perplexed. DAN returns. She looks away. He looks at her, his eyes narrowed. A pause. Studying her, he takes from a pocket of his jacket a formidable-looking clasp-knife, unclasps it, and tests the blade casually with his fingers. He glances at the mantelpiece, crosses to it, takes down a stick, and begins to sharpen the end of it. OLIVIA watches him. A pause. OLIVIA: Did you do it?
He whittles at the stick.
DAN: You wouldn't be bad-lookin' without them glasses.
OLIVIA: It doesn't interest me very much what I look like.
DAN: Don't you believe it…. (Surveying the shavings in the hearth) Tch!… Clumsy…. (Looking round, and seeing a newspaper lying on the table) Ah….