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 while 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 why easy tone) 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. 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//
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 while 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. 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//
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