(Lunch is over and coffee has been served on the terrace. Conversation drags on, to the satisfaction of LADY MARDEN, but of nobody else. GEORGE and OLIVIA want to be alone; so do BRIAN and DINAH. At last BRIAN murmurs something about a cigarette-case; and, catching DINAH'S eye, comes into the house. He leans against the sofa and waits for DINAH.) DINAH (loudly as she comes in). Have you found it? BRIAN. Found what? DINAH (in her ordinary voice). That was just for _their_ benefit. I said I'd help you find it. It _is_ your cigarette-case we're looking for, isn't it? BRIAN (taking it out). Yes. Have one? DINAH. No, thank you, darling. Aunt Juli-ah still thinks it's unladylike. . . . Have you ever seen her beagling? BRIAN. No. Is that very ladylike? DINAH. Very. . . . I say, what has happened, do you think? BRIAN. Everything. I love you, and you love me. DINAH. Silly! I meant between George and Olivia. Didn't you notice them at lunch? BRIAN. I noticed that you seemed to be doing most of the talking. But then I've noticed that before sometimes. Do you think Olivia and your uncle have quarrelled because of _us_? DINAH. Of course not. George may _think_ he has quarrelled, but I'm quite sure Olivia hasn't. No, I believe Mr. Pim's at the bottom of it. He's brought some terribly sad news about George's investments. The old home will have to be sold up. BRIAN. Good. Then your uncle won't mind your marrying me. DINAH. Yes, darling, but you must be more dramatic about it than that. "George," you must say, with tears in your eyes, "I cannot pay off the whole of the mortgage for you. I have only two and ninepence; but at least let me take your niece off your hands." Then George will thump you on the back and say gruffly, "You're a good fellow, Brian, a damn good fellow," and he'll blow his nose very loudly, and say, "Confound this cigar, it won't draw properly." (She gives us a rough impression of GEORGE doing it.) BRIAN. Dinah, you're a heavenly idiot. And you've simply got to marry me, uncles or no uncles. DINAH. It will have to be "uncles," I'm afraid, because, you see, I'm his ward, and I can get sent to Chancery or Coventry or somewhere beastly, if I marry without his consent. Haven't _you_ got anybody who objects to your marrying _me_? BRIAN. Nobody, thank Heaven. DINAH. Well, that's rather disappointing of you. I saw myself fascinating your aged father at the same time that you were fascinating George. I should have done it much better than you. As a George-fascinator you aren't very successful, sweetheart. BRIAN. What am I like as a Dinah-fascinator? DINAH. Plus six, darling. BRIAN. Then I'll stick to that and leave George to Olivia. DINAH. I expect she'll manage him all right. I have great faith in Olivia. But you'll marry me, anyhow, won't you, Brian? BRIAN. I will. DINAH. Even if we have to wait till I'm twenty-one? BRIAN. Even if we have to wait till you're fifty-one. DINAH (holding out her hands to him). Darling!