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MRS. BRAMSON: What are you walking up and down for? What's the matter
with you? Aren't you happy here?
OLIVIA: It's a bit lonely, but I'll get used to it.
MRS. BRAMSON: Lonely? All these lovely woods? What _are_ you
talking about? Don't you like nature?
NURSE: Will that be all for to-day?
MRS. BRAMSON: I suppose it'll have to be.
NURSE (_rising and taking her bag from the sofa_): Well, I've that
confined lady still waiting in Shepperley. (_Going into the hall_)
Toodle-oo!
MRS. BRAMSON: Mind you call again Wednesday. In case my neuritis sets
in again.
NURSE (_turning in the hall_): I will that. And if paralysis pops
up, let me know. Toodle-oo!
_She marches cheerily out of the front door._
MRS. BRAMSON _cannot make up her mind if the last remark is sarcastic
or not. She concentrates on_ OLIVIA.
MRS. BRAMSON: You know, you mustn't think just because this house is
lonely you're going to get a rise in salary. Oh, no.... I expect you've
an idea I'm worth a good bit of money, haven't you?... It isn't my
money you're after, is it?
OLIVIA (_setting chairs to rights round the table_): I'm sorry,
but my sense of humour can't stand the strain.
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