A pause. He crosses towards the fireplace.
HUBERT: Is it another man?
OLIVIA (startled): Don't be silly. (Collecting herself)
What man could I possibly meet, cooped up here?
HUBERT: Sorry. Can't be helped. Sorry.
DAN (in the garden): There we are.—Nice outing, eh—
OLIVIA: So am I.
The front door opens and DAN wheels in MRS. BRAMSON. He is as serene as ever, but more animated than before. He is dressed the same as in the previous scene, and is smoking his usual cigarette. HUBERT sits at the table.
DAN (hanging up her rug in the hall): Back home again.—I put your gloves away——
MRS. BRAMSON (as he wheels her in): I feel dead. (To
HUBERT) Oh, it's you…. I feel dead.
DAN (sitting beside her on the sofa, full of high spirits): Don't you be a silly old 'oman, you look as pretty as a picture— strawberries and cream in your face, and not a day over forty; and when I've made you a nice cup of tea you'll be twenty-five in the sun and eighteen with your back to the light, so you think yourself lucky!