OLIVIA. Yes.... I think we might try that--(_looking round at settee and carpets, etc_.)--the only thing is--(_She hesitates_.) GEORGE. What? OLIVIA. Well, the carpets and the chair-covers and the cushions and things-- GEORGE. Well, what about 'em? OLIVIA. Well, if we had new curtains-- GEORGE. You'd want a new carpet, eh? OLIVIA (_doubtfully_). Well, _new chair-covers, anyhow._ GEORGE. H'm!... Well, why not? OLIVIA. Oh, but-- GEORGE (_with an awkward laugh_). We're not so hard up as all that, you know. OLIVIA (_quickly_). No, I don't suppose we are really-- GEORGE. No, no, no, yes--I mean no. OLIVIA (_thoughtfully_). I suppose it would mean that I should have to go up to London to choose them. You know, that's rather a nuisance. GEORGE (_extremely casual and moving towards_ OLIVIA). Oh, I don't know. We might go up together one day. OLIVIA. Well, of course if we _were_ up--for anything else-- GEORGE (_moving away dubiously_). Yes, yes! That's what I meant. (_There is another silence_. GEORGE _is wondering whether to come to closer quarters with the great question_.) OLIVIA. Oh, by the way, George-- GEORGE. Yes? OLIVIA (_innocently_). I told Brian, and of course he'll tell Dinah, that Mr. Pim had made a mistake about the name. GEORGE (_astonished, moving towards_ OLIVIA). Mistake about the name? OLIVIA. Yes--I told Brian that the whole thing was a mistake, I thought that was the simplest way. GEORGE. Olivia--(_crossing below and to her_ L.)--then you mean that Brian and Dinah think that--that we have been married all the time? OLIVIA. Yes. GEORGE (_coming closer to her_). Olivia, does that mean that you are thinking of marrying me? OLIVIA. At your old registry office? GEORGE (_eagerly_). Yes! OLIVIA. To-morrow? GEORGE. Yes. OLIVIA. Do you want me to very much? GEORGE. My darling, you know I do. OLIVIA. We should have to keep it very quiet, George. GEORGE. Well, of course--(_sitting to her_ L.)--nobody need know. We don't want anybody to know. And now that you've put Brian and Dinah off the scent, by telling them that--(_he breaks off and says admiringly_)-- that was very clever of you, Olivia. I should never have thought of that. OLIVIA (_innocently_). George--you don't think it was _wrong_, do you? GEORGE (_his verdict, taking her hands and patting them_). An innocent deception... perfectly harmless. OLIVIA. Yes, dear, that was what I thought about--about--(_laughing to herself_) what I was doing. 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_.)