Night Must Fall : a Play in Three Acts

by Emlyn Williams

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.