TERENCE _reaches the kitchen
door_) Go at once into Shepperley and order some. At once!
MRS. TERENCE: Can't be done.
MRS. BRAMSON: Can't be done? What d'you mean, can't be done? It's a
scandal. What are you paid for?
MRS. TERENCE (_coming back, furious_): I'm not paid! And 'aven't
been for two weeks! And I'm not coming to-morrow unless I am! Put that
in your copybook and blot it.
_She goes back into the kitchen, banging the door._
MRS. BRAMSON: Isn't paid? Is she mad? (_To_ OLIVIA) Are you mad?
Why don't you pay her?
OLIVIA (_coming down_): Because you don't give me the money to do
it with.
MRS. BRAMSON: I--(_fumbling at her bodice_)--wheel me over to that
cupboard.
OLIVIA _is about to do so, when she catches_ DAN'S _eye._
OLIVIA (_to_ DAN, _pointedly_): Perhaps you'd go into the
kitchen and get the paper from Mrs. Terence?
DAN (_after a second's pause, with a laugh_): Of course I will,
madam! Anythin' you say! Anythin' you say!
_He careers into the kitchen, still carrying the Bible._ MRS.
BRAMSON _has fished up two keys on the end of a long black tape.
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