OLIVIA: I know you will. I just can't realise it.

DAN: You know, when I told you all that about meself just now, I'd made
up my mind then about you. (_Moving slowly after her, round the
table, as she steps back towards the window._) That's what I am,
see? I make up me mind to do a thing, and I do it.... You remember that
first day when I come in here? I said to meself then, There's a girl
that's got her wits about her; she knows a thing or two; different from
the others. I was right, wasn't I? You----(_Stopping abruptly, and
looking round the room_) What's that light in here?

OLIVIA: What light?

DAN: There's somebody in this room's holdin' a flashlight.

OLIVIA: It can't be in this room.... It must be a light in the wood.

DAN: It can't be.

_A flashlight crosses the window-curtains._ OLIVIA _turns and
stares at it._

OLIVIA: Somebody's watching the bungalow....

_He looks at her, as if he did not understand._

DAN (_fiercely_): Nobody's watching!... (_He runs to the window.
She backs into the corner of the room._)