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GEORGE. Hallo, what's this?
BRIAN (_quickly and over back of i.e. table to_ OLIVIA). Shall I---!
(DINAH _pantomimes. "Yes, do."_)
OLIVIA (_with a roguish loot at_ DINAH). Yes, (_Sticks needle in work_.)
BRIAN (_stepping out to_ C.) I've been wanting to tell you all this
morning, sir, only I didn't seem to have an opportunity of getting it
out.
GEORGE. Well, what is it?
(BRIAN, _taken aback for a moment, looks to_ OLIVIA _for encouragement.
She nods approval and turning to_ DINAH, _takes her hand encouragingly--
_)
BRIAN (_boldly_). I want to marry Dinah, sir.
GEORGE. You want to marry Dinah? God bless my soul!
DINAH (_rushing to him below and to his_ R. _and pulling her cheek
against his coat, and her hands on his shoulder_). Oh, do say you like
the idea, Uncle George.
GEORGE. Like the idea! (_Taking her hands from his shoulder_.) Have you
heard of this nonsense, Olivia?
(_Movement of annoyance from_ DINAH.)
OLIVIA. They've just this moment told me, George. I think they would be
happy together.
GEORGE (_crossing to fire-place_ L., _to_ BRIAN). And what do you propose
to be happy together on?
BRIAN (R.C.). Well, of course, I know it doesn't amount to much at
present, but we shan't starve.
DINAH. Brian got fifty pounds for a picture last March!
GEORGE (_a little upset by this_). Oh! (_Recovering gamely_.) And how
many pictures have you sold since?
BRIAN (_gives a nervous look at_ OLIVIA _and_ DINAH, _who then sits on
settee_ R.
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