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MRS. BRAMSON (_to_ HUBERT, _as_ DAN _pours out two more cups_): So you won't stay to tea, Mr.--er----
HUBERT: Er--(_rising_)--no, thank you....
_DAN sits in HUBERT's chair._
I think I'll get off before it's dark. Good-bye, Mrs. Bramson. Good-bye, Mr.--er----
DAN (_grinning and saluting_): Dan. Just Dan.
_He opens the press-cutting ledger._
HUBERT (_to OLIVIA_): Good-bye.
OLIVIA (_rises_): Good-bye, Hubert. I'm sorry.
DAN _raises his cup as if drinking a toast to_ MRS. BRAMSON.
_She follows suit._
HUBERT: Can't be helped.... It'll get dark early to-day, I think. Funny how the evenings draw in this time of year. Good night.
DAN: Good night.
HUBERT (_to OLIVIA_): Good-bye.
OLIVIA: Good-bye.
_She goes to the right window-seat._
MRS. BRAMSON: Johnny Walker, indeed! Impertinence!
DAN (_drinking tea and scanning press-cuttings_): Johnny Walker?
MRS. BRAMSON: Never you mind, dear.... Any more of those terrible people called? Reporters? Police?
DAN (_gaily_): There's a definite fallin' off in attendance to-day.
Sunday, I expect.
MRS. BRAMSON: Hush, don't talk like that, dear.
DAN: Sorry, mum.
MRS. BRAMSON: And don't call me "mum"!
DAN: Well, if I can't call you Mrs. Bramson, what can I call you?
MRS. BRAMSON: If you were very good, I might let you call me ...
mother!
DAN (_mischievously, his hand to his forehead_): O.K., mother.
MRS. BRAMSON (_joining in his laughter_): Oh, you are in a mood to-day! (_Suddenly, imperiously_) I want to be read to now.
DAN (_crossing to the desk, in mock resignation_): Your servant, mother o' mine.... What'll you have? _The Channings? The Red Court Farm_?
MRS. BRAMSON: I'm tired of them.
DAN: Well ... oh! (_Taking a large Bible from the top of the desk_) What about the Bible?
MRS. BRAMSON: The Bible?
DAN: It's Sunday, you know. I was brought up on it!
MRS. BRAMSON: So was I ... _East Lynne's_ nice, though.
DAN: Not as nice as the Bible.
MRS. BRAMSON (_doubtfully_): All right, dear; makes a nice change.... Not that I don't often dip into it.
DAN: I'm sure you do. (_Blowing the dust off the book_) Now where'll I read?
MRS. BRAMSON (_unenthusiastic_): At random's nice, don't you think, dear?
DAN: At random.... Yes....
MRS. BRAMSON: The Old Testament.
DAN (_turning over leaves thoughtfully_): At random in the Old Testament's a bit risky, don't you think so?
MRS. TERENCE _comes in from the kitchen._
MRS. TERENCE (_to MRS. BRAMSON_): The paperboy's at the back door and says you're in the _News of the World_ again.
MRS. BRAMSON (_interested_): Oh!... (_Simulating indifference_) That horrible boy again, when the one thing I want is to blot the whole thing out of my mind.
MRS. TERENCE: 'Ow many copies d'you want?
MRS. BRAMSON: Get three.
MRS. TERENCE: _And_ 'e says there's a placard in Shepperley with your name on it.
MRS. BRAMSON: What does it say?
MRS. TERENCE: "Mrs. Bramson Talks."
_She goes back towards the kitchen._
MRS. BRAMSON: Oh. (_As_ MRS. TERENCE _reaches the kitchen door_) Go at once into Shepperley and order some. At once!
MRS. TERENCE: Can't be done.
