_She looks at him. A pause. He studies the palms of his hands,
chuckling to himself._

OLIVIA: And what was there to your life at the Tallboys?

DAN: My life? Well.... The day don't start so good, with a lot of
stuck-up boots to clean, and a lot of silly high heels all along the
passage waitin' for a polish, and a lot of spoons to clean that's been
in the mouths of gapin' fools that looks through me as if I was a dirty
window hadn't been cleaned for years.... (_Throwing his stub into the
fire in a sudden crescendo of fury_) Orders, orders, orders; go
here, do this, don't do that, you idiot, open the door for me, get a
move on--I was never meant to take orders, never!... Down in the tea-
place there's an old white beard wigglin'. "Waiter, my tea's stone
cold." (_Furiously_) I'm not a waiter, I'm a millionaire, and
everybody's under me!... And just when I think I got a bit o' peace....
(_His head in his hands_) ... there's somebody ... lockin' the
bedroom door ... (_raising his head_) ... won't let me get out;
talk, talk, talk, won't fork out with no more money, at me, at me, at
me, won't put no clothes on, calls me everythin', lie on the floor and
screams and screams, so nothin' keeps that mouth shut only ... (_A
pause._) It's rainin' out of the window, and the leaves is off the
trees ... oh, Lord ... I wish I could hear a bit o' music ...
(_smiling, slowly_) ... And I do, inside o' myself! And I have a
drop of drink ... and everything's fine (_Excited_) And when it's
the night ...

OLIVIA (_with a cry_): Go on!

_A pause. He realises she is there, and turns slowly and looks at