)
MRS. BRAMSON: Dear, dear.... You should have been a preacher. You
should!
DAN _laughs loudly and opens the Bible_.
DORA (_going to the table and collecting the tea-tray_): I never
knew 'e 'ad so many words in 'is 'ead....
MRS. BRAMSON (_suddenly_): I want to lie down now, and be
examined.
DAN (_rising_): Anything you say, mother o' mine.... Will you have
your medicine in your room as well, eh?
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes, dear.... Olivia, you _never_ got a new bottle
yesterday!
DAN (_as he wheels her into her bedroom_): I got it to-day while
you were with the chap.... Popped in at the chemist's.
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, thank you, dear. The one by the mortuary?... Oh, my
back.... Nurse!...
_Her voice is lost in the bedroom. The daylight begins to fade. The
church bells die away._
DORA: My sister says all this is wearin' me to a shadow.
OLIVIA: It is trying, isn't it?
DORA: You look that worried, too, Miss Grayne.
OLIVIA: Do I?
DORA: As if you was waiting for something to 'appen.
OLIVIA: Oh?
DORA: Like an explosion.
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