BRAMSON: Sh!
NURSE: Sorry.
OLIVIA (_reading_): "'Thank God,' inwardly breathed Miss Corny....
'Forgive me,' she said loudly and in agitation. 'I want to see
Archibald,' whispered Lady Isabel."
MRS. BRAMSON: You don't see many books like _East Lynne_ about
nowadays.
HUBERT: No, you don't.
OLIVIA (_reading_): "'I want to see Archibald,' whispered Lady
Isabel. 'I have prayed Joyce to bring him to me, and she will not----'"
MRS. BRAMSON (_sharply_): Olivia!
OLIVIA: Yes, auntie?
MRS. BRAMSON (_craftily_): You're not skipping, are you?
OLIVIA: Am I?
MRS. BRAMSON: You've missed out about Lady Isabel taking up her cross
and the weight of it killing her. I may be a fool, but I do know
_East Lynne_.
OLIVIA: Perhaps there were two pages stuck together.
MRS. BRAMSON: Very convenient when you want your walk, eh? Yes, I
_am_ a fool, I suppose, as well as an invalid.
OLIVIA: But I thought you were so much better----
NURSE: You'd two helpings of bacon at breakfast, remember----
MRS. BRAMSON: Doctor's orders. You know every mouthful's agony to me.
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