_ OLIVIA _puts down her pencil and pad,
goes to her, and looks at the belt._
OLIVIA: Yes, of course, it's mine! I missed it last week....
MRS. BRAMSON (_baulked of excitement_): Oh yes, I thought I
recognised it.... What nonsense!...
DAN _looks at her; chuckling._
DORA (_going, dolefully_): I'm ever so disappointed....
_She goes into the kitchen._ OLIVIA _goes to the armchair by the
fireplace._
MRS. BRAMSON: She'll be joining Scotland Yard next.... Go on, dear.
DAN (_reading_): "'It is the ree-finement of affectation, Lady
Isabel----'"
_The clock chimes.
(Clapping his hands, to_ MRS. BRAMSON) Ah!
MRS. BRAMSON (_pleased_): Oh, Danny ...
_He hurries to the medicine cupboard and pours medicine into a
spoon._ HUBERT _comes in from the front door._
HUBERT (_eagerly_): Have you heard?
MRS. BRAMSON (_eagerly_): What?
HUBERT: Dora's found a belt!
MRS. BRAMSON (_disappointed again_): Oh ... it was Olivia's.
HUBERT: I say, what a shame!...
MRS. BRAMSON: Tch, tch!... All this sensation-mong----
DAN _drowns her speech by deftly pouring the spoonful of medicine
down her throat.
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