GEORGE. My dear Olivia, if you can't see that--a--a--oh, well! OLIVIA. Oh! A convict! So, you see, we needn't be too particular about our niece, need we? GEORGE. I think we had better leave your first husband out of the conversation altogether. I never wished to refer to him; I never wish to hear about him again. I certainly had not realized that he was actually-- er--well--convicted for his--er--(_moving to writing-table and picking up his cap_). OLIVIA. Mistakes. GEORGE. Well, we needn't go into that. As for this other matter, I don't for a moment take it seriously. Dinah is an exceptionally pretty girl, and young. Strange is a good-looking boy. (_Coming down to back of settee_ L.) If they are attracted to each other, it is a mere outward attraction which I am convinced will not lead to any lasting happiness. (OLIVIA _is about to protest_.) That must be regarded as my last word in the matter, Olivia. If this Mr.--er--what was his name, comes, I shall be down at the farm. (GEORGE _goes out by the staircase up_ R.) (_Left alone,_ OLIVIA _rises, goes up_ C., _takes up her curtains again and crossing down_ L. _sits on settee, and gets calmly to work upon them_.) (DINAH _comes in by the windows from up_ R. _and crosses to_ L. _window at back, then seeing_ OLIVIA, _beckons to_ BRIAN _and runs down to back of settee to_ R. _of_ OLIVIA. BRIAN _enters from up_ R., _and follows down to back of table_ L.C.) DINAH (_over back of settee_). Finished? OLIVIA (_startled_). Oh, no, I've got all these rings to put on. DINAH. I meant talking to George. OLIVIA. Oh! BRIAN. We walked about outside---- DINAH. Until we heard him _not_ talking to you any more---- BRIAN. And we didn't kiss each other once. DINAH AND BRIAN (_pointing roguishly and with satisfaction at_ OLIVIA). Ah! DINAH. Brian was very George-like. He wouldn't even let me tickle the back of his neck. (_She goes suddenly to_ OLIVIA _and sits on her_ L.) Darling (_putting her arms round_ OLIVIA _and kissing her_), being George-like is a very nice thing to be--I mean a nice thing for other people to be--I mean--oh, you know what I mean. But say that he's going to be decent about it. OLIVIA. Of course he is, Dinah. BRIAN (_sits on stool_ L.C., _and leans forward eagerly_). You mean he'll let me come here as--as---- DINAH. As my young man? OLIVIA. Oh, I think so. DINAH (_kissing_ OLIVIA). Olivia, you're a wonder. (_Embraces her round the neck_.) (_Rising and crossing below_ BRIAN, _touching him on the shoulder_.) Brian! (_Crossing to piano, sits and plays five bars of "The Wedding March," rises and crosses at back of_ BRIAN _to_ L. _of_ OLIVIA _behind settee_.) Have you really talked him round? OLIVIA. I haven't said anything yet. DINAH (_very disappointed_). Oh! (BRIAN _rises and backs to_ C.) OLIVIA. But I dare say I shall think of something. BRIAN. Oh! my lord. DINAH (_disappointedly_). Oh! BRIAN (_going up_ C.). After all, Dinah, I'm going back to London to-morrow----