MRS. BRAMSON (sharply): Go on.
OLIVIA (reading): "… Lady Isabel humbly crossed her attenuated hands upon her chest. 'I am on my way to God,' she whispered, 'to answer for all my sins and sorrows.' 'Child,' said Miss Carlyle, 'had I anything to do with sending you from …' (turning over) '… East Lynne?' Lady Isabel shook her head and cast down her gaze."
MRS. BRAMSON (aggressively): Now that's what I call a beautiful character.
NURSE: Very pretty. But the poor thing'd have felt that much better tucked up in 'ospital instead of lying about her own home gassing her 'ead off——
MRS. BRAMSON: Sh!
NURSE: Sorry.
OLIVIA (reading): "'Thank God,' inwardly breathed Miss Corny….
'Forgive me,' she said loudly and in agitation. 'I want to see
Archibald,' whispered Lady Isabel."
MRS. BRAMSON: You don't see many books like East Lynne about nowadays.
HUBERT: No, you don't.
OLIVIA (reading): "'I want to see Archibald,' whispered Lady
Isabel. 'I have prayed Joyce to bring him to me, and she will not——'"