(_Rising and standing with her back to fire, imitating_
GEORGE.) But George says he's not going to have any Futuristic nonsense
in an honest English country house, which has been good enough for his
father and his grandfather and his great-grandfather, and--and all the
rest of them. (_Kneels on settee_.) So there's a sort of strained feeling
between Olivia and George just now, and if Olivia were to--sort of
recommend you, well, it wouldn't do you much good.
BRIAN (_looking at her_). I see. Of course I know what _you_ want, Dinah.
DINAH. What do I want?
BRIAN. You want a secret engagement--
DINAH. Oh!
BRIAN. And notes left under door-mats--
DINAH. Oh!
BRIAN. And meetings by the withered thorn--
DINAH. Oh!
BRIAN. When all the household is asleep.
DINAH. Oh!
BRIAN. I know you.
DINAH. Oh, but it is such fun! I love meeting people by withered thorns.
BRIAN. Well, I'm not going to have it.
DINAH (_childishly, sitting close to him_). Oh, George! Look at us being
husbandy!
BRIAN. You babe! I adore you. (_He kisses her and holds her hands_.) You
know, you're rather throwing yourself away on me. Do you mind?
DINAH (_putting her legs up on settee and reclining her head on his
shoulder_). Not a bit.
BRIAN. We shall never be rich, but we shall have lots of fun, and meet
interesting people, and feel that we're doing something worth doing, and
not getting paid nearly enough for it, and we can curse the Academy
together and the British Public, and--oh, it's an exciting life.
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