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? OLIVIA. Yes. (_Crossing up centre below_ DINAH _with curtains_.) DINAH (_sits on table_ L.C.). I say, wasn't it lovely about Pim?