MRS. BRAMSON: Not too frightened to make arrangements with _him_,
eh?
OLIVIA: Arrangements?
MRS. BRAMSON: Well, some people would call it something else.
OLIVIA (_losing her temper_): Oh, won't you see ...
MRS. BRAMSON: I'm very annoyed with you. How are you going to get
there?
OLIVIA: Walking.
MRS. BRAMSON: Through the forest? Not too frightened for that, I see.
OLIVIA: I'd rather spend to-night in the forest than in this house.
MRS. BRAMSON: That sounds convincing, I must say. Well, you can go, but
when you come back, I'm not so sure I shall answer the door. Think that
over in the morning.
OLIVIA: The morning?...
DAN'S VOICE (_in the bedroom, singing_): "... their home addresses
... and their caresses ... linger in my memory of those beautiful
dames ..."
OLIVIA _listens, holding her breath; she tries to say something
to_ MRS. BRAMSON, _and fails. She makes an effort, and runs out of
the front door. It bangs behind her._ DAN _comes back from the
bedroom, carrying a shawl._
DAN (_over-casual_): What was that at the door?
MRS.
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