I'll have to go.
MRS. BRAMSON: Can you afford to go?
OLIVIA (_after a pause, controlling herself_): You know I can't.
MRS. BRAMSON: Then don't talk such nonsense. Clear the breakfast
things.
OLIVIA _hesitates, then crosses to the kitchen door._
(_Muttering_): Sense of humour indeed, never heard of such a
thing....
OLIVIA (_at the door_): Mrs. Terence, will you clear away?
_She goes to the left window, and looks out._
MRS. BRAMSON: You wait, my girl. Pride comes before a fall. Won't catch
a husband with your nose in the air, you know.
OLIVIA: I don't want a husband.
MRS. BRAMSON: Don't like men, I suppose? Never heard of them, I
suppose? Don't believe you. See?
OLIVIA (_resigned_): I see. It's going to be a fine day.
MRS. BRAMSON (_taking up "East Lynne" from the table_): It'll
cloud over, I expect.
OLIVIA: I don't think so. The trees look beautiful with the sun on
them. Everything looks so clean. (_Lifting up three books from the
window seat_) Shall I pack the other half of Mrs. Henry Wood?
MRS. BRAMSON: Mrs.
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