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