Part 12 (1/2)
MRS. BRAMSON: I must go this minute and have a look at my pampas gra.s.s.
And if they've damaged it I'll bring an action.
MRS. TERENCE: Fancy Shepperley bein' in print.
MRS. BRAMSON: Wheel me out, and don't talk so much.
MRS. TERENCE (_manoeuvring her through the front door_): I could talk me 'ead off and not talk as much as some people I could mention.
OLIVIA _is alone. A pause. She spreads her paper on the table and finds_ DAN'S _hat under it. She picks it up and looks at it_; DAN _comes in from the kitchen with a ball of tangled string, a cigarette between his lips. He is about to take the books into the kitchen, when he sees her. He crosses to her_.
DAN: Excuse me ... (_Taking the hat from her, cheerfully_) I think I'll hang it in the hall, same as if I was a visitor ...
_He does so, then takes up the book, sits on the sofa, and begins to unravel the string. A pause_.
You don't mind me stayin' and havin' a bit o' lunch ... in the kitchen, do you?
OLIVIA: It's not for me to say. As I told you before, I'm really a servant here.
DAN (_after a pause_): You're not a very ordinary servant, though, are you?
OLIVIA (_turning over a page_): N-no ...
DAN: Neither am I.
_He unpicks a knot, and begins to hum absentmindedly. The humming gradually resolves itself into faint singing._
(_Singing_) ”I'm a pretty little feller ... everybody knows ...”
OLIVIA _looks up; a thought crosses her mind. She turns her head and looks at him.
The Curtain begins to fall slowly.
(Singing, as he intently unravels the string_)
”Don't know what to call me--but I'm mighty lak a rose....”
THE CURTAIN IS DOWN
ACT II
SCENE I
_An afternoon twelve days later. The weather is a little duller._
MRS. BRAMSON _is sitting on the right of the table in her invalid chair, puzzling out a game of patience. She has smartened up her appearance in the interval and is wearing purple, and earrings._ OLIVIA _is sitting opposite her, smoking a cigarette, a pencil and pad on the table in front of her; she is pondering and writing. A portable gramophone on a small table next the desk is playing the H.M.V. dance record of ”Dames.”
A pause_. MRS. BRAMSON _coughs. She coughs again, and looks at_ OLIVIA, _waving her hand before her, clearing away billows of imaginary smoke_.
OLIVIA: I'm sorry. Is my cigarette worrying you?