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BRIAN. No. Is that very ladylike?
DINAH (_sitting on settee_ R.). Very.... I say, what has happened, do you
think?
BRIAN (_moving down to back of table_ R.C.). Everything. I love you, and
you love me.
DINAH. Silly! I meant between George and Olivia. Didn't you notice them
at lunch?
BRIAN (_sits on table_). I noticed that you seemed to be doing most of
the talking. But then I've noticed that before sometimes. Do you think
Olivia and your uncle have quarrelled because of _us_?
DINAH. Of course not. George may _think_ he has quarrelled, but I'm quite
sure Olivia hasn't. No (DINAH _beckons to_ BRIAN, _who comes and sits
above her_), I believe Mr. Pim's at the bottom of it. He's brought some
terribly sad news about George's investments. (_Rising and facing_
BRIAN.) The old home will have to be sold up.
BRIAN. Good. Then your uncle won't mind your marrying me.
DINAH (_by table above settee_ R.). Yes, darling, but you must be more
dramatic about it than that. "George," you must say, with tears in your
eyes, "I cannot pay off the whole of the mortgage for you. I have only
two and ninepence; but at least let me take your niece off your hands."
Then George will (_hitting him on the shoulder)_ thump you on the back
and say gruffly (_crossing to_ L.), "You're a good fellow, Brian, a damn
good fellow," and he'll blow his nose very loudly, and say, "Confound
this cigar, it won't draw properly."
BRIAN (_rising and crossing to_ DINAH).
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