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?
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.