He shrugs his shoulders, laughs, and goes on whittling.
DAN: D'you still think there's been a bit o' dirty work?
OLIVIA: I don't know what to think now. I suppose not.
DAN (intent on his work, his back to the audience):
Disappointed?
OLIVIA: What on earth do you mean?
DAN: Disappointed?
OLIVIA (laughing, in spite of herself): Yes, I suppose I am.
DAN: Why?
OLIVIA (the tension at last relaxed): Oh, I don't know…. Because nothing much has ever happened to me, and it's a dull day, and it's the depths of the country…. I don't know….
A piercing scream from the bottom of the garden. A pause.