GEORGE. Help the experiment! I don't _want_ to help the experiment.
(_Crossing up to writing-table_.)
OLIVIA (_apologetically_). Oh, I thought you did.
GEORGE. You will talk as if I was made of money. What with taxes always
going up and rents always going down, it's as much as we can do to rub
along as we are (_to back of_ L.C. _table_), without making allowances to
everybody who thinks she wants to get married. (_To_ BRIAN.) And that's
thanks to you, my friend.
BRIAN (_surprised_). To me?
OLIVIA. You never told me, darling. What's Brian been doing?
DINAH (_indignantly_). He hasn't been doing anything.
GEORGE (_round to foot of table_ L.C.). He's one of your Socialists who
go turning the country upside down.
OLIVIA. But even Socialists must get married sometimes.
GEORGE (_crossing below_ OLIVIA _to fireplace_). I don't see any
necessity.
OLIVIA. But you'd have nobody to damn after dinner, darling, if they all
died out.
BRIAN (_coming a little_ C.). Really, sir, I don't see what my politics
and my art have got to do with it. I'm perfectly ready not to talk about
either when I'm in your house, and as Dinah doesn't seem to object to
them----
DINAH (_moving towards_ BRIAN _and championing him_). I should think she
doesn't.
GEOEOE. Oh, you can get round the women, I daresay.
BRIAN. Well, it's Dinah I want to marry and live with. So what it really
comes to is that you don't think I can support a wife.
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