NURSE (turning in the hall): I will that. And if paralysis pops up, let me know. Toodle-oo!
She marches cheerily out of the front door.
MRS. BRAMSON cannot make up her mind if the last remark is sarcastic or not. She concentrates on OLIVIA.
MRS. BRAMSON: You know, you mustn't think just because this house is lonely you're going to get a rise in salary. Oh, no…. I expect you've an idea I'm worth a good bit of money, haven't you?… It isn't my money you're after, is it?
OLIVIA (setting chairs to rights round the table): I'm sorry, but my sense of humour can't stand the strain. I'll have to go.
MRS. BRAMSON: Can you afford to go?
OLIVIA (after a pause, controlling herself): You know I can't.
MRS. BRAMSON: Then don't talk such nonsense. Clear the breakfast things.
OLIVIA hesitates, then crosses to the kitchen door.
(Muttering): Sense of humour indeed, never heard of such a thing….