Part 32 (1/2)
MRS. BRAMSON: s.h.!.+
DAN: What?
MRS. BRAMSON: What's that?
DAN: Can you hear something?
MRS. BRAMSON: Yes! A sort of--thumping noise....
_She looks at him suddenly, leans forward, and puts her right hand inside his jacket._
Why, Danny, it's you! It's your heart ... beating!
_He laughs_.
Well! Are you all right, dear?
DAN: Fine. I been running along the path, see.... (_Garrulously_) I been out of training, I suppose; when I was at sea I never missed a day running round the decks, o' course....
MRS. BRAMSON (_sleepily_): Of course.
DAN (_speaking quickly, as if eager to conjure up a vision_): I remember those mornings--on some sea--very misty pale it is, with the sun like breathing silver where he's comin' up across the water, but not blowing on the sea at all ... and the sea-gulls standing on the deck-rail looking at themselves in the water on the deck, and only me about and nothing else ...
MRS. BRAMSON (_nodding sleepily_): Yes ...
DAN: And the sun. Just me and the sun.
MRS. BRAMSON (_nodding_): There's no sun now, dear; it's night!
_A pause. He drums his fingers on the Bible._
DAN: Yes ... it's night now. (_Reading, feverishly_) ”The unG.o.dly are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away----”
MRS. BRAMSON: I think I'll go to bye-byes.... We'll have the rest to-morrow, shall we? (_Testily_) Help me, dear, help me, you know what I am----
DAN (_drumming his fingers: suddenly, urgently_): Wait a minute ...
I--I've only got two more verses----
MRS. BRAMSON: Hurry it up, dear. I don't want to wake up in the morning with a nasty cold.
DAN (_reading slowly_): ”... Therefore the unG.o.dly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous....
For the Lord knoweth the way of the righteous ... But the way of the unG.o.dly ... shall perish ...”
_A pause. He shuts the Bible loudly, and lays it on the table._ MRS. BRAMSON _can hardly keep awake._
That's the end.
MRS. BRAMSON: Is it?... Ah, well, it's been a long day----
DAN: Are you quite comfortable?