DINAH (_backing away to_ B. _a little_). I say, you are in luck to-day,
Brian.
(BRIAN _moves up_ C. _laughing_.)
OLIVIA (_crossing below settee_ L. _and up_ L. _to cabinet_). And how
many people have been told the good news?
BRIAN. Nobody yet.
DINAH. Except Mr. Pim.
BRIAN (_crossing down to_ DINAH). Oh, does he--
OLIVIA (_timing as she reaches cabinet, up_ L.), Who's Mr, Pim?
DINAH. Oh, he just happened--(OLIVIA _takes curtains and work-basket from
centre cupboard of cabinet_.)--I say, are those the curtains? Then you're
going to have them after all?
OLIVIA (_with an air of surprise, coming down L., and putting work-
basket on table L.C. and sitting with curtains_). After all what? But I
decided on them long ago. (_To_ BRIAN.) You haven't told George yet.
BRIAN (_moving to below stool_ L.C.). I began to, you know, but I never
got any farther than "Er--there's just--er--"
DINAH (_crossing quickly below_ OLIVIA _and speaking into her face_).
George would talk about _pigs_ all the time.
OLIVIA. Well, I suppose you want me to help you.
DINAH (_sitting to_ L. _of_ OLIVIA). Oh, do, darling.
BRIAN (_sits on stool_ L.C.). It would be awfully decent of you. Of
course, I'm not quite his sort really--
DINAH. You're my sort.
BRIAN. But I don't think he objects to me, and--
(GEORGE _comes in from terrace, a typical, narrow-minded, honest country
gentleman of forty odd._ BRIAN _rises hurriedly and crosses to above
piano to_ R.
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