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GEORGE. Then you will come up to London to-morrow?
(_She nods_.)
And if we should see a carpet or anything else we want----
OLIVIA. Oh, George!
GEORGE (_beaming, rising and backing away to_ L. _a little_). And lunch at the Carlton, what?
OLIVIA (_nodding eagerly_). Oh!
GEORGE. And--and a bit of a honeymoon in Paris?
OLIVIA. Oh, what fun!
GEORGE (_hungrily_). Give me a kiss, old girl.
OLIVIA (_lovingly_). George!
(_She holds up her cheek to him. He kisses it, and then suddenly takes her in his arms_.)
GEORGE. Don't ever leave me, old girl.
OLIVIA (_affectionately_). Don't ever send me away, old boy.
GEORGE (_fervently_). I won't. (_Awkwardly_.) I--I don't think I _should have_ really, you know. I--I----
(DINAH _enters from up_ L. _and crosses at back of writing-table and round down_ R. BRIAN _follows her_.)
DINAH (_seeing the embrace, surprised_). Oo--I say!
(GEORGE _looks and feels rather a fool_.)
GEORGE. Hallo!
(OLIVIA _sits, resumes sewing_.)
DINAH (_coming down centre and going below settee_ L., _impetuously to him_). Give me one, too, George. Brian won't mind.
GEORGE (_formally, but enjoying it_). Do you mind, Mr. Strange?
BRIAN (_a little uncomfortable_). Oh, I say, sir----
GEORGE. We'll risk it, Dinah. (_He kisses her_.)
DINAH (_triumphantly to_ BRIAN _and standing above_ GEORGE). Did you notice that one? That wasn't just an ordinary affectionate kiss. That was a special "bless you my children" one. (_To_ GEORGE.) Wasn't it?
OLIVIA. You do talk nonsense, darling.
DINAH (_crossing quickly below and to_ R. _of_ BRIAN). Well, I'm so happy now that Pim has relented about your first husband--(GEORGE _catches_ OLIVIA'S _eye and smiles; she smiles back; but they are different smiles_.)
GEORGE (_the actor_). Yes, yes, stupid fellow, Pim, what?
BRIAN. Yes. Absolute idiot, I think!
DINAH. And now that George has relented about--(_with a significant look at_ BRIAN)--_my_ first husband----
GEORGE. Here, you get on much too quickly. (_Crossing below_ OLIVIA _to_ BRIAN.) So you want to marry my Dinah, eh?
BRIAN (_with a smile_). Well, I do rather, sir.
GEORGE (_to_ BRIAN). Well, you'd better have a talk with me about it--er-- (_with a sly look at_ OLIVIA)--Brian.
BRIAN. Thank you very much, sir.
(GEORGE _goes up and_ BRIAN, _imitating his walk, accompanies him_.)
GEORGE. Well, come along then. (BRIAN _looks at his watch_.) I am going up to town after tea, so we'd better----
DINAH (_moving up to_ R. _of_ BRIAN). I say, are you going to London?
GEORGE (_with a sly look at_ OLIVIA). Yes, a little business.
DINAH (_cheekily_). Eh?
GEORGE. Never you mind, young woman. (_To_ BRIAN.) Come along, we'll stroll down and look at the pigs.
BRIAN. Right-o!
(_They are going off to_ L. _when_ OLIVIA _calls_.)
OLIVIA. George, don't go too far away; I may want you.
GEORGE. All right! I'll be out on the terrace. Give me a shout if you want me.
(GEORGE _and_ BRIAN _go off at windows up_ L.)
(DINAH _follows up_ R. _and watches them off_.)
DINAH (_watching them off_). Brian and George always discuss me in front of the pigs. So tactless of them. I say, are you going to London, too, darling? (_Coming down to table_ L.C.)
OLIVIA. To-morrow----(_Rising and shaking out curtains_.)
DINAH. What are you going to do in London?
OLIVIA. Oh, shopping and--one or two little things.
DINAH. With George?
