|Miss Emily Brent in the 1987 adaptation Desyat Negrityat|
“Are you waiting for me to say something? I have nothing to say.”The judge said, “Nothing, Miss Brent?”“Nothing.” Her lips closed tightly. … “There is no question of defense. I have always acted in accordance with the dictates of my conscience. I have nothing with which to reproach myself.”
|Miss Brent in the 1945 film adaptation|
One word fell from Emily Brent. It fell hard and clear into the listening group. “Conscience!” she said. … “You all heard [the accusation]. … I think that that accusation was true. You all saw her last night. She broke down completely and fainted. The shock of having her wickedness brought home to her was too much for her. She literally died of fear.”
“What did you feel like when you knew she’d done that? Weren’t you sorry? Didn’t you blame yourself?”Emily Brent drew herself up. “I? I had nothing with which to reproach myself.”Vera said, “But if your—hardness—drove her to it.”Emily Brent said sharply, “Her own action—her own sin—that was what drove her to it. If she had behaved like a decent modest young woman none of this would have happened.”She turned her face to Vera. There was no self-reproach, no uneasiness in those eyes. They were hard and self-righteous. Emily Brent sat on the summit of Indian Island, encased in her own armour of virtue. The little elderly spinster was no longer slightly ridiculous to Vera. Suddenly—she was terrible.
|Beatrice Taylor begins to haunt Miss Brent's nightmares|
“You all heard. She was accused, together with her husband, of having deliberately murdered her former employer—an old lady.”
|A bumblebee stung one... (image from 1945 film)|