DAN: I dunno. Felt sick, I think. (_Recovering himself_) Say no
more about it, eh? Don't like swinging the lead.... (_His head in his
hand._)

MRS. TERENCE: Waiting 'and and foot on Madame Crocodile, enough to wear
King Kong out....

NURSE: That's better, eh?

DAN: Is it really getting dark?

MRS. TERENCE: It's a scandal the way the days are drawin' in.... 'Ave
another sip----

DAN (_as she makes to give him more water, to_ NURSE LIBBY): You
haven't such a thing as a nip of brandy?

NURSE (_opening her bag_): Yes, lovey, I nearly gave you a drop
just now---

DAN _takes a flask from her and gulps; he takes a second mouthful. He
gives it back, shakes himself, and looks before him._

MRS. TERENCE: Better?

DAN: Yes.... Clears the brain no end.... Makes you understand
better.... (_His voice growing in vehemence_) Makes you see what a
damn silly thing it is to get the wind up about anything. _Do_
things! Get a move on! Show 'em what you're made of! Get a move on!...