changed so much. Mrs Birling: I don't understand you, Inspector. Inspector: you mean you don't choose to do, Mrs Birling. Mrs Birling: (angrily) I meant what I said. Inspector: you're not telling me the truth. Mrs Birling: I beg your pardon! Birling: (angrily, Inspector) Look here, I'm not to have this, Inspector. You'll to apologize at once. Inspector: Apologize for what doing my duty? – Birling: No, for being so offensive about it. I'm a public man- Inspector: (massively) Public men, Mr Birling, have responsibilities as well as privileges. Birling: Possibly. But you weren't asked to come here to talk to me about my reponsibilities. Sheila: Let's hope not. Though I'm beginning to wonder. Mrs Birling: Does that mean anything, sheila? Sheila: it that we've no excuse now for putting on airs and that if we've any sense we won't try. Father threw this girl out because she asked for decent wages. I went and pushed her farther out, right into the street, just because I was angry and she was pretty. Gerald set her up as his mistress and then dropped her when it suited him. And now you're pretending you don't recognize her from that photograph. I admit I don't know why you should, but I know jolly well you did in fact recognize her, from the way you looked. And if you're not telling the truth, why should the Inspector apologize? And can't you see, both of you, you're making it worse? // she turns away. We hear the front door slam again.// Birling: that was the door again. Mrs Birling: gerald must have come back. Inspector: unless your son has just gone out. Birling: I'll see.
changed so much. Mrs Birling: I don't understand you, Inspector. Inspector: you mean you don't choose to do, Mrs Birling. Mrs Birling: (angrily) I meant what I said. Inspector: you're not telling me the truth. Mrs Birling: I beg your pardon! Birling: (angrily, to Inspector) Look here, I'm not to have this, Inspector. You'll apologize at once. Inspector: Apologize for what – doing my duty? Birling: No, for being so offensive about it. I'm a public man- Inspector: (massively) Public men, Mr Birling, have responsibilities as well as privileges. Birling: Possibly. But you weren't asked to come here to talk to me about my reponsibilities. Sheila: Let's hope not. Though I'm beginning to wonder. Mrs Birling: Does that mean anything, sheila? Sheila: it that we've no excuse now for putting on airs and that if we've any sense we won't try. Father threw this girl out because she asked for decent wages. I went and pushed her farther out, right into the street, just because I was angry and she was pretty. Gerald set her up as his mistress and then dropped her when it suited him. And now you're pretending you don't recognize her from that photograph. I admit I don't know why you should, but I know jolly well you did in fact recognize her, from the way you looked. And if you're not telling the truth, why should the Inspector apologize? And can't you see, both of you, you're making it worse? // she turns away. We hear the front door slam again.// Birling: that was the door again. Mrs Birling: gerald must have come back. Inspector: unless your son has just gone out. Birling: I'll see.
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