OLIVIA: Yes, auntie?
MRS. BRAMSON: You've forgotten again. Medicine's overdue. Most important.
OLIVIA crosses to the medicine cupboard and fetches the medicine. MRS. TERENCE comes in from the kitchen with a vase of flowers and barges between the sofa and the wheelchair.
MRS. TERENCE (muttering): All this furniture …
MRS. BRAMSON (to her): Did you know she's having a baby?
MRS. TERENCE (coldly): She did mention it in conversation.
MRS. BRAMSON: Playing with fire, that's the game nowadays.
MRS. TERENCE (arranging flowers as OLIVIA gives MRS. BRAMSON her medicine): Playing with fiddlesticks. We're only young once; that 'ot summer too. She's been a fool, but she's no criminal. And, talking of criminals, there's a p'liceman at the kitchen door.
MRS. BRAMSON: A what?
MRS. TERENCE: A p'liceman. A bobby.