GEORGE. Best way is to hang 'em up and see how you like 'em then. Always take 'em down again. OLIVIA. That's rather a good idea, George! GEORGE. Best way. OLIVIA. Yes. . . . I think we might do that. . . . The only thing is--(she hesitates). GEORGE. What? OLIVIA. Well, the carpet and the chairs, and the cushions and things-- GEORGE. What about 'em? OLIVIA. Well, if we had new curtains-- GEORGE. You'd want a new carpet, eh? OLIVIA (doubtfully). Y--yes. Well, new chair-covers anyhow. GEORGE. H'm. . . . Well, why not? OLIVIA. Oh, but-- GEORGE (with an awkward laugh). We're not so hard up as all that, you know. OLIVIA. No, I suppose not. (Thoughtfully) I suppose it would mean that I should have to go up to London for them. That's rather a nuisance. GEORGE (extremely casual). Oh, I don't know. We might go up together one day. OLIVIA. Well, of course if we _were_ up--for anything else--we could just look about us, and see if we could find what we want. GEORGE. That's what I meant. (There is another silence. GEORGE is wondering whether to come to closer quarters with the great question.) OLIVIA. Oh, by the way, George-- GEORGE. Yes? OLIVIA (innocently). I told Brian, and I expect he'll tell Dinah, that Mr. Pim had made a mistake about the name. GEORGE (astonished). You told Brian that Mr. Pim-- OLIVIA. Yes--I told him that the whole thing was a mistake. It seemed the simplest way. GEORGE. Olivia! Then you mean that Brian and Dinah think that--that we have been married all the time? OLIVIA. Yes . . . They both think so now. GEORGE (coming close to her). Olivia, does that mean that you _are_ thinking of marrying me? OLIVIA. At your old Registry Office? GEORGE (eagerly). Yes! OLIVIA. To-morrow? GEORGE. Yes! OLIVIA. Do you want me to _very_ much? GEORGE. My darling, you know I do! OLIVIA (a little apprehensive). We should have to do it very quietly. GEORGE. Of course, darling. Nobody need know at all. We don't _want_ anybody to know. And now that you've put Brian and Dinah off the scent, by telling them that Mr. Pim made a mistake--(He breaks off, and says admiringly) That was very clever of you, Olivia. I should never have thought of that. OLIVIA (innocently). No, darling. . . . You don't think it was wrong, George? GEORGE (his verdict). An innocent deception . . . perfectly harmless. OLIVIA. Yes, dear, that was what I thought about--about what I was doing. GEORGE. Then you will come to-morrow? (She nods.) And if we happen to see the carpet, or anything that you want-- OLIVIA. Oh, what fun! GEORGE (beaming). And a wedding lunch at the Carlton, what? (She nods eagerly.) And--and a bit of a honeymoon in Paris? OLIVIA. Oh, George! GEORGE (hungrily). Give us a kiss, old girl. OLIVIA (lovingly). George! (She holds up her cheek to him. He kisses it, and then suddenly takes her in his arms.) GEORGE. Don't ever leave me, old girl. OLIVIA (affectionately). Don't ever send me away, old boy.