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 mustn't-- 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 gives short hysterical laugh// now, what is it, sheila? Sheila: I don't know. Perhaps it's because impertinent is such a silly word. Mrs Birling: in any case.... Sheila: but, mother, do stop before it's too late. Mrs Birling: if you mean that the inspector will take offence- inspector: (cutting in, clamly) no, no. I never take offence. Mrs Birling: i'm glad to hear it. Though I must add that it seems to me that we have more reason for taking offence. Inspector: let's leave offence out of it, shall we? Gerald: I think we'd better.
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 mustn't-- 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 gives short hysterical laugh// now, what is it, sheila? Sheila: I don't know. Perhaps it's because impertinent is such a silly word. Mrs Birling: in any case.... Sheila: but, mother, do stop before it's too late. Mrs Birling: if you mean that the inspector will take offence- inspector: (cutting in, clamly) no, no. I never take offence. Mrs Birling: i'm glad to hear it. Though I must add that it seems to me that we have more reason for taking offence. Inspector: let's leave offence out of it, shall we? Gerald: I think we'd better.
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