Inspector: After about a couple of months, just when she felt she was settling down nicely, they told her she'd have to go. Birling: Not doing her work properly? Inspector: there was nothing wrong with the way she was doing her work. They admitted that. Birling: There must have been something wrong. Inspector: All she knew was that a customer complained about her and so she had to – – go. Sheila: (staring When was this? at him, agitated) Inspector: (impressively) At the end of January last year. – Sheila: What what did this girl look like? – Inspector: If you'll come over here, I'll show you. // He moves nearer a light perhaps standard lamp and she crosses to him. He – – produces the photograph. She looks at it closely, recognizes it with a little cry, gives a half-stifled sob, and then runs out. The inspector puts the photograph back in his pocket and stares speculatively after her. The other three stare in amazement for a moment.// Birling: What's the matter with her? Eric: She recognized her from the photograph, didn't she? Inspector: Yes. Birling: (angrily) Why the devil do you want to go upsetting the child like that? Inspector: I didn't do it. She's upsetting herself. Birling: Well why why? – – Inspector: I don't know yet. That's something I have to find out. – Birling: (still Well if you don't mind I'll find out first. angrily) – – Gerald: Shall I go after her. Birling: (moving) No, leave this to me. I must also have a word with my wife tell her – what's happening. (turns inspector We were having a nice at the door, staring at the angrily.)
Inspector: After about a couple of months, just when she felt she was settling down nicely, they told her she'd have to go. Birling: Not doing her work properly? Inspector: there was nothing wrong with the way she was doing her work. They admitted that. Birling: There must have been something wrong. Inspector: All she knew was – that a customer complained about her – and so she had to go. Sheila: (staring at him, agitated) When was this? Inspector: (impressively) At the end of January – last year. Sheila: What – what did this girl look like? Inspector: If you'll come over here, I'll show you. // He moves nearer a light – perhaps standard lamp – and she crosses to him. He produces the photograph. She looks at it closely, recognizes it with a little cry, gives a half-stifled sob, and then runs out. The inspector puts the photograph back in his pocket and stares speculatively after her. The other three stare in amazement for a moment.// Birling: What's the matter with her? Eric: She recognized her from the photograph, didn't she? Inspector: Yes. Birling: (angrily) Why the devil do you want to go upsetting the child like that? Inspector: I didn't do it. She's upsetting herself. Birling: Well – why – why? Inspector: I don't know – yet. That's something I have to find out. Birling: (still angrily) Well – if you don't mind – I'll find out first. Gerald: Shall I go after her. Birling: (moving) No, leave this to me. I must also have a word with my wife – tell her what's happening. (turns at the door, staring at the inspector angrily.) We were having a nice
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