throws his mackintosh on the left window-seat, and sits beside her,
patting her, looking round to see no one has heard her cries._

I'll never forgive you, never. Oh, my heart ... Oh--oh--oh---

_He runs across to the medicine cupboard and brings back a brandy
bottle and two glasses._

DAN: Now have a drop of this ... (_As she winces at the taste_) Go
on, do you good ... (_As she drinks_) I am sorry, I am really ...
You see, they wanted me to see them to the main path, past the rubbish-
heap, see, in case they was frightened. ... Now that's better, isn't
it?

_They are seated side by side on the sofa._

MRS. BRAMSON: I don't know yet ... Give me some more....

_He pours one out for her, and for himself. They drink._

All alone, I was ... (_Her face puckering with self pity_) Just an
old woman calling for help ... (_her voice breaking_) ... and no
answer....

DAN (_putting the bottle on the floor beside him_): Poor old mum,
runnin' about lookin' for Danny----

MRS. BRAMSON (_sharply_): I wasn't running about as much as all
that ... Oh, the relief when I saw your face----