OLIVIA (at the door): Mrs. Terence, will you clear away?
She goes to the left window, and looks out.
MRS. BRAMSON: You wait, my girl. Pride comes before a fall. Won't catch a husband with your nose in the air, you know.
OLIVIA: I don't want a husband.
MRS. BRAMSON: Don't like men, I suppose? Never heard of them, I suppose? Don't believe you. See?
OLIVIA (resigned): I see. It's going to be a fine day.
MRS. BRAMSON (taking up "East Lynne" from the table): It'll cloud over, I expect.
OLIVIA: I don't think so. The trees look beautiful with the sun on them. Everything looks so clean. (Lifting up three books from the window seat) Shall I pack the other half of Mrs. Henry Wood?
MRS. BRAMSON: Mrs. Henry Wood? Who's Mrs. Henry Wood? Pack the other half of Mrs. Henry Wood? What are you talking about?
OLIVIA: She wrote your favourite book—East Lynne.