DAN (_quelling her_): But all the time the daylight's movin' over
the floor, and by the end of the sermon the air in the church is
turnin' grey.... And people isn't able to think of holy things so much
no more, only of the terrible things that's goin' on outside, that
everybody's readin' about in the papers! (_Looking at_ OLIVIA)
Because they know that though it's still daylight, and everythin's
or'nary and quiet ... to-day will be the same as all the other days,
and come to an end, and it'll be night.... (_After a pause, coming to
earth again with a laugh at the others, throwing the newspaper on the
sofa_) I forgot it was Sunday!

MRS. BRAMSON (_overawed_) Good gracious ... what's come over you,
Danny?

DAN (_with exaggerated animation_): Oh, I speechify like anything
when I'm roused! I used to go to Sunday school, see, and the thoughts
sort of come into my head. Like as if I was readin' off a book!
(_Slapping his Bible_.)

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.