BELSIZE: Sugar?… As a matter of fact, you might be useful. Any of you may be useful. Mind my pipe?
MRS. BRAMSON blows in disgust and waves her hand before her face.
MRS. BRAMSON: Is it about my maid having an illegitimate child?
BELSIZE: I beg your pardon?… Oh no! That sort of thing's hardly in my line, thank God … Lonely spot … (To MRS. TERENCE) Long way for you to walk every day, isn't it?
MRS. TERENCE: I don't walk. I cycle.
BELSIZE: Oh.
MRS. BRAMSON: What's the matter?
BELSIZE: I just thought if she walked she might use some of the paths, and have seen—something.
(Note: The following pair of lines are spoken simultaneously.)
MRS. BRAMSON: Something of what?