(GEORGE _and_ OLIVIA _want to be alone, so do_ BRIAN _and_ DINAH. _At last_ BRIAN _murmurs something about a cigarette-case, and catching_ DINAH'S _eye, comes into the room. He leans against the sofa down_ L. _and waits for her_.) DINAH (_loudly, as she comes in strumming on guitar_). Have you found it? BRIAN. Found what? DINAH (_in her ordinary voice, crossing quickly down to_ BRIAN). That was just for _their_ benefit. I said I'd help you find it. It _is_ your cigarette-case we're looking for, isn't it? BRIAN (_taking it out_). Yes. Have one? DINAH. No, thank you, darling. (BRIAN _goes up_ R. _in smoking-table for a match_.) Aunt Juli-ah still thinks it's unladylike.... Have you ever seen her beagling? (_Comes down to piano, puts down instrument_.) BRIAN. No. Is that very ladylike? DINAH (_sitting on settee_ R.). Very.... I say, what has happened, do you think? BRIAN (_moving down to back of table_ R.C.). Everything. I love you, and you love me. DINAH. Silly! I meant between George and Olivia. Didn't you notice them at lunch? BRIAN (_sits on table_). I noticed that you seemed to be doing most of the talking. But then I've noticed that before sometimes. Do you think Olivia and your uncle have quarrelled because of _us_? DINAH. Of course not. George may _think_ he has quarrelled, but I'm quite sure Olivia hasn't. No (DINAH _beckons to_ BRIAN, _who comes and sits above her_), I believe Mr. Pim's at the bottom of it. He's brought some terribly sad news about George's investments. (_Rising and facing_ BRIAN.) The old home will have to be sold up. BRIAN. Good. Then your uncle won't mind your marrying me. DINAH (_by table above settee_ R.). Yes, darling, but you must be more dramatic about it than that. "George," you must say, with tears in your eyes, "I cannot pay off the whole of the mortgage for you. I have only two and ninepence; but at least let me take your niece off your hands." Then George will (_hitting him on the shoulder)_ thump you on the back and say gruffly (_crossing to_ L.), "You're a good fellow, Brian, a damn good fellow," and he'll blow his nose very loudly, and say, "Confound this cigar, it won't draw properly." BRIAN (_rising and crossing to_ DINAH). Dinah, you're a heavenly idiot. And you've simply got to marry me, uncles or no uncles. DINAH. Hush! (_She takes his hand and they sit on settee_ L., _hiding from others at back_). It will have to be "uncles," I'm afraid, because, you see, I'm his ward, and I can get sent to Chancery or Coventry or somewhere beastly, if I marry without his consent, Haven't _you_ got anybody who objects to your marrying _me_? BRIAN. Nobody, thank Heaven. DINAH. Well, that's rather disappointing of you. I saw myself fascinating your aged father at the same time that you were fascinating George. I should have done it much better than you. As a George-fascinator you aren't very successful, sweetheart. BRIAN (_kissing her hand_). What am I like as a Dinah-fascinator?