She goes into the hall and opens the front door.
HUBERT (outside): Good afternoon, Mrs. Terence.
MRS. TERENCE: Oh … come in, sir. (Coming back into the room)
It's a civilian for a change.
She is followed by HUBERT.
HUBERT (to OLIVIA): I say, this is all getting pretty terrible, isn't it?
OLIVIA: Yes, terrible.
MRS. TERENCE: Oh, terrible, terrible. There's one word for it; it's terrible. Forty-eight hours since they found 'er. They'll never get 'im now.
HUBERT: Terrible….
MRS. TERENCE: There was another charabanc load just after two o'clock. All standin' round the rubbish-'cap eatin' sandwiches. Sensation, that's what it is.
OLIVIA: Would you like some food, Hubert?