GEORGE. None! And I don't wonder. Who the devil is going to buy pictures with triangular clouds and square sheep? (BRIAN, _annoyed, moves up_ R.C.) And they call that Art nowadays! Good God, man (_moving up to the windows_), go outside and look at the clouds! OLIVIA (_busy stitching rings on curtains_). If he draws round clouds in future, George, will you let him marry Dinah? (GEORGE _looks round, annoyed._ BRIAN _is hopeful and comes down towards_ DINAH.) GEORGE (_upset by this, coming down to head of_ L.C. _table_). What-- what? Yes, of course, you would be on his side--all this Futuristic nonsense. (OLIVIA _commences to sew_.) I'm just taking these clouds as an example. (_Crossing to_ BRIAN.) I suppose I can see as well as any man in the county, and I say that clouds aren't triangular. BRIAN (_ingratiatingly_). After all, sir, at my age one is naturally experimenting, and trying to find one's (_with a laugh)_--well, it sounds priggish, but one's medium of expression. I shall find out what I want to do directly, but I think I shall always be able to earn enough to live on. Well, I have for the last three years. GEORGE. I see, and now you want to experiment with a wife-- BRIAN. Yes--no--no-- DINAH. Yes, you do, BRIAN. Yes. GEORGE. And you propose to experimenting with my niece? BRIAN (_with a shrug_). Well, of course, if you-- OLIVIA. You could help the experiment, darling, by giving Dinah a good allowance until she's twenty-one. GEORGE. Help the experiment! I don't _want_ to help the experiment. (_Crossing up to writing-table_.) OLIVIA (_apologetically_). Oh, I thought you did. GEORGE. You will talk as if I was made of money. What with taxes always going up and rents always going down, it's as much as we can do to rub along as we are (_to back of_ L.C. _table_), without making allowances to everybody who thinks she wants to get married. (_To_ BRIAN.) And that's thanks to you, my friend. BRIAN (_surprised_). To me? OLIVIA. You never told me, darling. What's Brian been doing? DINAH (_indignantly_). He hasn't been doing anything. GEORGE (_round to foot of table_ L.C.). He's one of your Socialists who go turning the country upside down. OLIVIA. But even Socialists must get married sometimes. GEORGE (_crossing below_ OLIVIA _to fireplace_). I don't see any necessity. OLIVIA. But you'd have nobody to damn after dinner, darling, if they all died out. BRIAN (_coming a little_ C.). Really, sir, I don't see what my politics and my art have got to do with it. I'm perfectly ready not to talk about either when I'm in your house, and as Dinah doesn't seem to object to them---- DINAH (_moving towards_ BRIAN _and championing him_). I should think she doesn't. GEORGE. Oh, you can get round the women, I daresay. BRIAN. Well, it's Dinah I want to marry and live with. So what it really comes to is that you don't think I can support a wife. GEORGE. Well, if you're going to do it by selling pictures, I don't think you can.