An Inspector Calls Eric x fiancée Reader

Chaper 6

Birling: (rather hot, bothered) I've been trying to persuade Eric and Y/N to go to bed, but they won't. Now they say youtold them to stay up. Did you? 

Inspector: Yes, I did. 

Birling: Why? 

Inspector: because I shall want to talk to him and miss Y/n, Mr Birling. 

Birling: I can't see why you should, but if you must, then I suggest you do it now. Have them in and get itover, then let the lad and lass go. 

Inspector: No, I can't do that yet. I'm sorry, but they'll have to wait. 

Birling: Now look here, inspector-- 

inspector: (cutting in, with authority) They must wait their turn, and i'd know miss Y/N would want to hear what he has to say. 

Sheila: (to Mrs Birling) You see? 

Mrs Birling: No, I don't. And please be quiet, Sheila. 

Birling: (angrily) Inspector, I've told you before, I don't like the tone nor the way you're handling thisinquiry. And I don't propose to give you much rope. 

Inspector: You needn't give me any rope. 

Sheila: (rather wildly, with laugh) No, he's giving us the rope – so that we'll hang ourselves.

 Birling: (to Mrs Birling) What's the matter with that child? 

Mrs Birling: Over-excited. And she refuses to go. (with sudden anger, to inspector.) well, come along –what is it you want to know? 

Inspector: (coolly) At the end of January, last year, this girl Eva Smith had to leave Mil wards, because MissBirling compelled them to discharge her, and then she stopped being Eva Smith, looking for a job, and becameDaisy Renton, with other ideas. (sharply turning on him.) Mr croft, when did you first get to know her? 

// An exclamation of surprise from Birling and Mrs Birling. // 

Gerald: Where did you get the idea that I did know her? 

Sheila: It's no use, Gerald. You're wasting time. 

Inspector: As soon as I mentioned the name Daisy Renton, it was obvious you'd known her. You gaveyourself away at once. 

Sheila: (bitterly) Of course he did. 

Inspector: And anyhow I knew already. When and where did you first meet her? 

Gerald: All right, if you must have it. I met her first, sometime in March last year, in the Stalls bar at thepalace. I mean the palace music hall here in Brumley-  

Sheila: Well, we didn't think you meant Buckingham palace. 

Gerald: (to Sheila) Thanks. You're going to be a great help, I can see. You've said your piece, and you'reobviously going to hate this, so why on earth don't you leave us to it? 

Sheila: Nothing would induce me. I want to understand exactly what happens when a man says he's so busyat the works that he can hardly ever find time to come and see the girl he's supposed to be in love with. I wouldn'tmiss it for worlds-- 

Inspector: (with authority) Yes, Mr Croft – in the stalls bar at the palace variety theatre . . . 

Gerald: I happened to look in, one night, after a long dull day, and as the show wasn't very bright, I wentdown into the bar for a drink. It's a favourite haunt of women of the town-- 

Mrs Birling: Women of the town? 

Birling: Yes, yes. But I see no point in mentioning the subject – especially -(indicating Sheila.)