Part 22 (1/2)
MRS. BRAMSON: Can't be done? What d'you mean, can't be done? It's a scandal. What are you paid for?
MRS. TERENCE (_coming back, furious_): I'm not paid! And 'aven't been for two weeks! And I'm not coming to-morrow unless I am! Put that in your copybook and blot it.
_She goes back into the kitchen, banging the door._
MRS. BRAMSON: Isn't paid? Is she mad? (_To_ OLIVIA) Are you mad?
Why don't you pay her?
OLIVIA (_coming down_): Because you don't give me the money to do it with.
MRS. BRAMSON: I--(_fumbling at her bodice_)--wheel me over to that cupboard.
OLIVIA _is about to do so, when she catches_ DAN'S _eye._
OLIVIA (_to_ DAN, _pointedly_): Perhaps you'd go into the kitchen and get the paper from Mrs. Terence?
DAN (_after a second's pause, with a laugh_): Of course I will, madam! Anythin' you say! Anythin' you say!
_He careers into the kitchen, still carrying the Bible._ MRS.
BRAMSON _has fished up two keys on the end of a long black tape._ OLIVIA _wheels her over to the cupboard above the fireplace._
OLIVIA: If you give me the key, I'll get it for you.
MRS. BRAMSON: No fear! _She unlocks the cupboard; it turns out to be a small but very substantial safe.
(Unlocking the safe, muttering to herself_)
Won't go into Shepperley, indeed ... never heard of such impertinence....
_She takes out a cash-box from among some deeds, unlocks it with the smaller key, and takes out a ma.s.s of five-pound and pound notes._
The way these servants--what are you staring at? OLIVIA: Isn't it rather a lot of money to have in the house?
MRS. BRAMSON: ”Put not your trust in banks” is my motto, and always will be.
OLIVIA: But that's hundreds of pounds! It----
MRS. BRAMSON (_handing her two notes_): D'you wonder I wouldn't let you have the key?
OLIVIA: Has ... anybody else asked you for it?
MRS. BRAMSON (_locking the cash-box and putting it back in the safe_): I wouldn't let a soul touch it. Not a soul. Not even Danny.
_She snaps the safe, locks it, and slips the keys back into her bosom._
OLIVIA: Has _he_ asked you for it?
MRS. BRAMSON: It's enough to have those policemen prying, you forward girl, without----
OLIVIA (_urgently_): Please! Has he?