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MRS. BRAMSON: Don't like men, I suppose? Never heard of them, I suppose? Don't believe you. See?
OLIVIA : I see. It's going to be a fine day.
MRS. BRAMSON : 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. 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?
MRS. BRAMSON : Oh ... What's this? A sonnet. "The flame of passion is not red but white, not quick but slow--"
OLIVIA : Don't!
OLIVIA : It's only a silly poem I amused myself with at college. It's not meant for anybody but me.
MRS. BRAMSON: You're a dark horse, you are.
MRS. TERENCE : Would you be wanting anything?
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes. Clear away.
MRS. TERENCE: That's Dora's job. Where's Dora?
OLIVIA: She's gone into the clearing for some firewood.
MRS. BRAMSON: You can't expect the girl to gather firewood with one hand and clear breakfast with the other. Clear away.
MRS. TERENCE : All right, you sour-faced old hag.
HUBERT : What--what was that she said?
MRS. TERENCE: She 'eard. And then she 'as to save 'er face and pretend she 'asn't. She knows nobody but me'd stay with 'er a day if I went.
MRS. BRAMSON: She oughtn't to talk to me like that. I know she steals my sugar.
MRS. TERENCE: That's a living lie. Here are your roses.
MRS. BRAMSON: You've cut them too young. I knew you would.
MRS. TERENCE : Then you come out and pick the ones you want, and you'll only 'ave yourself to blame.
MRS. BRAMSON: That's a nice way to talk to an invalid.
MRS. TERENCE: If you're an invalid, I'm the Prince of Wales.
OLIVIA: Would you like me to read some more?
BRAMSON: No. I'm upset for the day now. I'd better see she does pick the right roses. That woman's a menace. Good mind to bring an action against her. She ought to be put away.... Wait for me, wait for me!
OLIVIA: That's the fifth action she's threatened to bring this week.
OLIVIA: Oh, Hubert! I thought I'd cured you of that.
HUBERT: Sorry.
OLIVIA: You've only had two weeks of her. I've had six.
HUBERT: Fed up?
OLIVIA: It's such a very inadequate expression, don't you think?... How bright the sun is to-day....
HUBERT: A penny for 'em.
OLIVIA: I was just thinking ... I often wonder on a very fine morning what it'll be like ... for night to come. And I never can. And yet it's got to.... It is silly, isn't it?
Who are those men, Dora?
DORA: What men, miss?
OLIVIA: Over there, behind the clearing.
DORA: Oh.... Oh. 'Adn't seen them. What are they doing poking about in that bush?
OLIVIA : I don't know. I saw them yesterday too, farther down the woods.
DORA : I expect they're looking for something.
HUBERT: She looks a bit off-colour, doesn't she?
OLIVIA: The atmosphere must be getting her down too.
HUBERT: I'm wondering if I'm going to be able to stand it myself. Coming over here every day for another week.
HUBERT : Oh, yes, there is. What d'you think I invite myself to lunch every day for? You don't think it's the old geyser, do you?
OLIVIA : No.
HUBERT: Don't want to sound rude, et cetera, but women don't get men proposing to them every day, you know ... Gosh, what a wizard machine--
HUBERT: You do say some jolly rum things, Olivia, upon my soul.
HUBERT: There's nothing to be ashamed of in being steady. I'm steady myself.
OLIVIA: I know you are. HUBERT: Then why aren't you keen?
OLIVIA : Because you're an unmitigated bore.
OLIVIA: Bores never are. People are too bored with them to call them anything.
HUBERT: I suppose you'd be more likely to say "Yes" if I were an unmitigated bounder?
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