OLIVIA. Lovely? DINAH. Yes, he told me all about it. Making such a hash of things, I mean. OLIVIA (_innocently_). Did he make a hash of things? DINAH. Well, I mean keeping on coming like that. And if you look at it all round--well, for all he had to say, he needn't have come at all. OLIVIA. Well, I don't think I should put it quite like that, Dinah. DINAH (_referring to curtains_). I say, aren't they jolly? OLIVIA. I'm so glad everybody likes them. Tell George I'm ready, dear. DINAH. I say, is _he_ going to put them up for you? OLIVIA. Well, I thought perhaps he could reach better. DINAH. All right, I'll tell him. (_Crossing up_ L. _on to terrace and calling off_.) George! (_Returning to back_ L. _end of writing-table_.) Brian is just telling George about the five shillings he has in the Post Office--(_crossing up_ L. _on to terrace again and calling off_.) George!! GEORGE (_from off_ L.). Coming! DINAH (_playfully coming down centre, imitating a fairy's footsteps_). Slow music while the curtains go up. (_Sits at piano and plays "As I passed by your Window.")_ (_GEORGE enters from up_ L., _followed by_ BRIAN.) GEORGE (_to_ OLIVIA). What is it, darling? OLIVIA. I wish you'd help me to put up these curtains? GEORGE. Of course, dear. I'd better get the library steps. (_Crosses to doors R. and exits_.) (BRIAN _goes quickly to OLIVIA and gratefully kisses her hand, then comes down to DINAH and bows to her_.) BRIAN. Madam! I have the honour to inform you that hence-forward you are at liberty to regard me as your affianced husband. DINAH (_rising quickly and advancing_). Darling! BRIAN (_waving her back_). No! No! Stay there! (_She retreats and sits at piano_.) Go on playing. (DINAH _goes on playing and he takes out a sketch-book, sits on settee and sketches her_.) DINAH. What is it? (OLIVIA _comes down centre, watching them_.) BRIAN. Portrait of Lady Strange. (_GEORGE enters from doors_ R. _with steps and crossing up R. places them near_ R. _window_.) OLIVIA (_she hands him the curtains and goes up L. of writing table and round back, watching_ GEORGE). Are you ready, dear? GEORGE (_mounting the steps_). Yes, quite ready. OLIVIA. There! (_The curtains become entangled and he nearly falls_.) Oh, take care, dear! GEORGE (_again mounting steps_). Oh, that's all right, dear. They're a little long. (_The curtains become entangled round his head_.) (MR. PIM _enters mysteriously from up_ L.) (OLIVIA _is looking up at_ GEORGE.) (PIM _touches her on the shoulder and with a start she turns to him_. DINAH _seeing him enter stops playing. OLIVIA, unwilling to attract_ GEORGE'S _attention, signals to_ DINAH _to continue playing, and, she does so_.) PIM. Mrs. Marden! I _had_ to come back--I've just remembered his name was _Ernest_ Polwittle--not _Henry_! (_Going off up_ L.) Not Henry! (DINAH _plays forte_.) QUICK CURTAIN. SCENE PLOT _Oak panelled chamber_, with deep decorative frieze.