MRS. BRAMSON: It's as long as my arm.
OLIVIA (drily): I'm afraid it's made like that.
She crosses the room, and comes back again.
MRS. BRAMSON: What are you walking up and down for? What's the matter with you? Aren't you happy here?
OLIVIA: It's a bit lonely, but I'll get used to it.
MRS. BRAMSON: Lonely? All these lovely woods? What are you talking about? Don't you like nature?
NURSE: Will that be all for to-day?
MRS. BRAMSON: I suppose it'll have to be.
NURSE (rising and taking her bag from the sofa): Well, I've that confined lady still waiting in Shepperley. (Going into the hall) Toodle-oo!
MRS. BRAMSON: Mind you call again Wednesday. In case my neuritis sets in again.