MRS. BRAMSON: Oh, don't be——
OLIVIA: Listen to me. I've never known before what it was to be terrified. But when I saw today beginning to end, and to-night getting nearer and nearer … I felt my finger-tips getting cold. And I knew it was fright … stark fright. I'm not a fool, and I'm not hysterical … but I've been sitting in my room looking at myself in the glass, trying to control myself, telling myself what are real things … and what aren't. I don't know any longer. The day's over. The forest's all round us. Anything may happen…. You shouldn't stay in this house to-night. That's all.
MRS. BRAMSON (blustering): It's very silly of you, trying to scare an old woman with a weak heart. What have you got to be frightened of?
OLIVIA: There's been a murder, you know.
MRS. BRAMSON: Nobody's going to murder you! Besides, we've got Danny to look after us. He's as strong as an ox, and no silly nerves about him…. What is it you're afraid of?
OLIVIA: I—
MRS. BRAMSON: Sly, aren't you?… Where are you staying to-night?
OLIVIA: In Langbury, with Hubert Laurie and his sister.
MRS. BRAMSON: Not too frightened to make arrangements with him, eh?
OLIVIA: Arrangements?