(DINAH, _disappointed, crosses down_ R. _again to below table_ R.C.)
OLIVIA. George, wait a moment, dear. We can't quite leave it like this.
GEORGE. I have said all I want to say on the subject.
(DINAH _sits on settee_ R.)
OLIVIA. Yes, darling, but I haven't begun to say all that _I_ want to say
on the subject.
GEORGE (_crossing down to back of table_ L.C.). Of course, if you have
anything to say, Olivia, I will listen to it; but I don't know that this
is quite the time--(OLIVIA _makes a marked movement as she is sewing the
curtains_), or that you have chosen--(_looking darkly at the curtains_)--
quite the occupation likely to--er--endear your views to me.
DINAH (_mutinously, rising quickly and crossing to stool on which she
kneels and looks up into_ GEORGE'S _face and bangs the table_). I may as
well tell you, Uncle George, that I have got a good deal to say, too.
(BRIAN _crosses down to her_ R., _gingerly pulling her sleeve, trying to
restrain her_.)
OLIVIA. Yes, darling. I can guess what you are going to say, Dinah, and I
think you had better keep it for the moment.
DINAH (_meekly, backing to_ R. _below_ BRIAN _and to_ L. _of table_
R.C.). Yes, Aunt Olivia.
OLIVIA. Brian, you might take her outside for a walk. I expect you have
plenty to talk about.
(BRIAN _and_ DINAH _move up_ R.)
GEORGE (_following them up_). Now mind, Strange, no love-making. I put
you on your honour about that.
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