DINAH. Plus six, darling. BRIAN. Then I'll stick to that and leave George to Olivia. DINAH. I expect she'll manage him all right. I have great faith in Olivia. But you'll marry me, anyhow, won't you, Brian? BRIAN. I will. DINAH. Even if we have to wait till I'm twenty-one? BRIAN. Even if we have to wait till you're fifty-one. DINAH (_holding out her hands to him_). Darling! BRIAN (_uneasily_). I say, don't do that. DINAH. Why not? BRIAN. Well, I promised I wouldn't kiss you. DINAH. Oh! (_Rising and crossing to_ C., _watching the others at back_). Well, you might just send me a kiss. You can look the other way as if you didn't know I was here. BRIAN. Like this? (_He looks the other way, kisses the tips of his fingers, and flicks it carelessly in her direction. She pretends to catch it, kissing her own hands_.) DINAH. That was a lovely one. Now here's one coming for you. (_She throws him a kiss. He catches it gracefully and conveys it to his mouth_.) BRIAN (_rising, and with a low bow_). Madam, I thank you. DINAH (_curtsying_). Your servant, Mr. Strange, OLIVIA (_rising from outside_). Dinah! DINAH (_jumping up_). Hullo! (_Moving quickly to piano, plays "Mickey."_) (BRIAN _throws away his cigarette and walks to_ L.) (OLIVIA _comes in through the window up_ L., _followed by_ GEORGE _and_ LADY MARDEN, _the latter a vigorous young woman of sixty odd, who always looks as if she were beagling_.) OLIVIA (_coming down to_ DINAH _above piano_). Aunt Julia wants to see the pigs, dear. I wish you'd take her down. I'm rather tired, and your uncle has some business to attend to. (GEORGE _sits in chair up_ C. _in front of writing-table_.) LADY MARDEN (_moving down_ C.), I've always said that you don't take enough exercise, Olivia. (_Turning to others_.) Look at me--sixty-five and proud of it. (_Goes up_ R. _and takes up gloves and riding-whip from writing-table_.) OLIVIA (_taking off her coatee_). Yes, Aunt Julia, you're wonderful. DINAH. How old would Olivia be if she took exercise? (OLIVIA, _smiling, but with an admonishing look at_ DINAH, _comes up_ R. _and places her coatee on balustrade_.) GEORGE (_from up_ C.). Don't fool about asking silly questions, Dinah. Your aunt hasn't much time. BRIAN. May I come, too, Lady Marden? LADY MARDEN (_coming down centre to_ BRIAN). Well, a little exercise wouldn't do _you_ any harm, Mr. Strange. You're an artist, ain't you? (DINAH _stops playing_.) BRIAN. Well, I try to paint. DINAH (_rises and moves to_ R.C.). He sold a picture last March for---- GEORGE. Yes, yes, never mind that now. LADY MARDEN. Yes, unhealthy life. (_Going to_ R. _of writing-table and crossing at back, turns to_ DINAH _and_ BRIAN.) Well, come along. (_She strides out up_ L., _followed by_ DINAH _and_ BRIAN, _who upset_ GEORGE'S _papers on writing-table as they go_. OLIVIA _takes the curtains and workbox from_ C. _cupboard of cabinet and comes down_ L.)