Sheila: we all started like that so confident, so pleased with ourselves until he began – asking us questions. // Mrs Birling looks from sheila to the inspector.// Mrs Birling: you seem to have made a great impression on this child, inspector. Inspector: (coolly) we often do on the young ones. They're more impressionable. //He and Mrs Birling look at each other for a moment. Then Mrs Birling turns to sheila again// Mrs Birling: you're looking tired, dear. I think you ought to go to bed and forget about – this absurd business. You'll feel better in the morning. Sheila: mother, I couldn't possibly go. Nothing could be worse for me. We've settled all that. I'm staying here until I know why that girl killed herself. Mrs Birling: nothing but morbid curiosity. Sheila: no it isn't. Mrs Birling: please don't contradict me like that. And in any case I don't suppose for a moment that we can understand why the girl committed suicide. Girls of that class-- Sheila:(urgently, mother, don't please don't. For your own sake, as well as cutting in) – ours, you Mrs Birling: (annoyed) mustn't what? Really, sheila! – Sheila: (slowly, you mustn't try to build up a kind of wall between us and carefully now) that girl. If you do, then the inspector will just break it down. And it'll be all the worse when he does. Mrs Birling: I don't understand you. ( Do you? to inspector.) Inspector: yes. And she'd right. Mrs Birling: (haughtily) I beg your pardon! Inspector: (very I said yes I do understand her. And she's right. plainly) – Mrs Birling: that I consider is a trifle impertinent, inspector. – – // sheila short hysterical laugh// now, what is it, sheila?
Sheila: we all started like that – so confident, so pleased with ourselves until he began asking us questions. // Mrs Birling looks from sheila to the inspector.// Mrs Birling: you seem to have made a great impression on this child, inspector. Inspector: (coolly) we often do on the young ones. They're more impressionable. //He and Mrs Birling look at each other for a moment. Then Mrs Birling turns to sheila again// Mrs Birling: you're looking tired, dear. I think you ought to go to bed – and forget about this absurd business. You'll feel better in the morning. Sheila: mother, I couldn't possibly go. Nothing could be worse for me. We've settled all that. I'm staying here until I know why that girl killed herself. Mrs Birling: nothing but morbid curiosity. Sheila: no it isn't. Mrs Birling: please don't contradict me like that. And in any case I don't suppose for a moment that we can understand why the girl committed suicide. Girls of that class-- Sheila:(urgently, cutting in) mother, don't – please don't. For your own sake, as well as ours, you Mrs Birling: (annoyed) mustn't – what? Really, sheila! Sheila: (slowly, carefully now) you mustn't try to build up a kind of wall between us and that girl. If you do, then the inspector will just break it down. And it'll be all the worse when he does. Mrs Birling: I don't understand you. ( to inspector.) Do you? Inspector: yes. And she'd right. Mrs Birling: (haughtily) I beg your pardon! Inspector: (very plainly) I said yes – I do understand her. And she's right. Mrs Birling: that – I consider – is a trifle impertinent, inspector. // sheila short hysterical laugh// now, what is it, sheila?
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