died tonight. A pretty, lively sort of girl, who never did anybody any harm. But she died in misery and agony hating life – – Sheila: (Distressed) don't please I know, I know and I can't stop thinking about it – – – Inspector: (Ignoring now miss Birling has just been made to understand what she this) did to this girl. She responsible. And if she leaves us now, and doesn't hear any more, then she'll feel she's entirely to blame, she'll be alone with her responsibility, the rest of tonight, all tomorrow, all the next night-- Sheila: (eagerly) Yes, that's it. And I know I'm to blame and I'm desperately sorry but – – I can't believe I won't believe it's simply my fault that in that in the end she she committed – – – suicide. That would be too horrible – Inspector: (sternly You see, we have to share something. If there's nothing to them both) else, we'll have to share our guilt. Sheila: (staring at him) yes. That's true. You know. (she goes close to him, wonderingly.) I don't understand about you. Inspector: (calmly) there's no reason why you should. // he regards her calmly she stares at him wonderingly and dubiously. Now Mrs Birling. Enters, briskly and self-confidently, quite out of key with the little scene that has just passed. Sheila feels this at once.// Mrs Birling: (smiling Good evening inspector. social) Inspector: good evening, madam. Mrs Birling: (same I'm Mrs Birling, y'know. My husband has just explained easy tone) why you're here, and while we'll be glad to tell you anything you want to know, I don't think we can help you much. Sheila: No. mother please! – Mrs Birling: (affecting what's the matter, Sheila? great surprise) Sheila:(hesitantly) I know it sounds silly-- Mrs Birling: what does? Sheila: you see, I feel you're beginning all wrong. And I'm afraid you'll say or do something that you'll be sorry for afterwards. Mrs Birling: I don't know what you're talking about, sheila.
died tonight. A pretty, lively sort of girl, who never did anybody any harm. But she died in misery and agony – hating life – Sheila: (Distressed) don't please – I know, I know – and I can't stop thinking about it – Inspector: (Ignoring this) now miss Birling has just been made to understand what she did to this girl. She responsible. And if she leaves us now, and doesn't hear any more, then she'll feel she's entirely to blame, she'll be alone with her responsibility, the rest of tonight, all tomorrow, all the next night-- Sheila: (eagerly) Yes, that's it. And I know I'm to blame – and I'm desperately sorry – but I can't believe – I won't believe – it's simply my fault that in that in the end she – she committed suicide. That would be too horrible – Inspector: (sternly to them both) You see, we have to share something. If there's nothing else, we'll have to share our guilt. Sheila: (staring at him) yes. That's true. You know. (she goes close to him, wonderingly.) I don't understand about you. Inspector: (calmly) there's no reason why you should. // he regards her calmly she stares at him wonderingly and dubiously. Now Mrs Birling. Enters, briskly and self-confidently, quite out of key with the little scene that has just passed. Sheila feels this at once.// Mrs Birling: (smiling social) Good evening inspector. Inspector: good evening, madam. Mrs Birling: (same easy tone) I'm Mrs Birling, y'know. My husband has just explained why you're here, and while we'll be glad to tell you anything you want to know, I don't think we can help you much. Sheila: No. mother – please! Mrs Birling: (affecting great surprise) what's the matter, Sheila? Sheila:(hesitantly) I know it sounds silly-- Mrs Birling: what does? Sheila: you see, I feel you're beginning all wrong. And I'm afraid you'll say or do something that you'll be sorry for afterwards. Mrs Birling: I don't know what you're talking about, sheila.