MRS. BRAMSON: Well, he did offer to fetch some money yesterday for the
dairy. But I wouldn't give him the key! Oh, no!

OLIVIA: Why?

MRS. BRAMSON: Do I want to see him waylaid and attacked, and my key
stolen? Oh, no, I told him, that key stays on me--

OLIVIA: Did he--know how much money there is in there?

MRS. BRAMSON: I told him! Do you wonder I stick to the key, I said--
what _is_ the matter with you, all these questions?

OLIVIA: Oh, it's no use--

_She goes to the armchair below the fireplace and sits in it._
DAN _returns from the kitchen, with a copy of the "News of the
World," the Bible tucked under his arm, a cigarette stub between his
lips._

DAN: He says they're sellin' like hot cakes! (_Handing the paper
to_ MRS. BRAMSON) There you are, I've found the place for you--whole
page, headlines an' all....

MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, yes....

DAN _stands with one knee on the sofa, and turns over the pages of
his Bible.