(Left alone, OLIVIA brings out her curtains again, and gets calmly to work upon them.) (DINAH and BRIAN come in by the windows.) DINAH. Finished? OLIVIA. Oh no, I've got all these rings to put on. DINAH. I meant talking to George. BRIAN. We walked about outside-- DINAH. Until we heard him _not_ talking to you any more-- BRIAN. And we didn't kiss each other once. DINAH. Brian was very George-like. He wouldn't even let me tickle the back of his neck. (She goes up suddenly to OLIVIA and kneels by her and kisses her) Darling, being George-like is a very nice thing to be--I mean a nice thing for other people to be--I mean--oh, you know what I mean. But say that he's going to be decent about it. OLIVIA. Of course he is, Dinah. BRIAN. You mean he'll let me come here as--as-- DINAH. As my young man? OLIVIA. Oh, I think so. DINAH. Olivia, you're a wonder. Have you really talked him round? OLIVIA. I haven't said anything yet. But I daresay I shall think of something. DINAH (disappointedly). Oh! BRIAN (making the best of it). After all, Dinah, I'm going back to London to-morrow-- OLIVIA. You can be good for one more day, Dinah, and then when Brian isn't here, we'll see what we can do. DINAH. Yes, but I didn't want him to go back to-morrow. BRIAN (sternly). Must. Hard work before me. Earn thousands a year. Paint the Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey, life-size, including chains of office; paint slice of haddock on plate. Copy Landseer for old gentleman in Bayswater. Design antimacassar for middle-aged sofa in Streatham. Earn a living for you, Dinah. DINAH (giggling). Oh, Brian, you're heavenly. What fun we shall have when we're married. BRIAN (stiffly). Sir Brian Strange, R.A., if you please, Miss Marden. Sir Brian Strange, R.A., writes: "Your Sanogene has proved a most excellent tonic. After completing the third acre of my Academy picture 'The Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey' I was completely exhausted, but one bottle of Sanogene revived me, and I finished the remaining seven acres at a single sitting." OLIVIA (looking about her). Brian, find my scissors for me. BRIAN. Scissors. (Looking for them) Sir Brian Strange, R.A., looks for scissors. (Finding them) Aha! Once more we must record an unqualified success for the eminent Academician. Your scissors. OLIVIA. Thank you so much. DINAH. Come on, Brian, let's go out. I feel open-airy. OLIVIA. Don't be late for lunch, there's good people. Lady Marden is coming. DINAH. Aunt Juli-ah! Help! (She faints in BRIAN'S arms) That means a clean pinafore. Brian, you'll jolly well have to brush your hair. BRIAN (feeling it). I suppose there's no time now to go up to London and get it cut? [Enter ANNE, followed by PIM. ANNE. Mr. Pim! DINAH (delighted). Hullo, Mr. Pim! Here we are again! You can't get rid of us so easily, you see. PIM. I--er--dear Miss Marden--