MRS. BRAMSON: Can you hear something? Oh, I'm scared….
DAN: I forgot it was Sunday…. They're goin' to church in the villages. All got up in their Sunday best, with prayer-books, and the organ playin', and the windows shinin'. Shinin' on holy things, because holy things isn't afraid of the daylight.
MRS. BRAMSON: But, Danny, what on earth are you—
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.