Ah! Yes! Brighten the room
up a bit.
OLIVIA. Yes.
GEORGE (_walking up centre a little towards windows_). H'm, yes----They
are a bit faded.
OLIVIA (_shaking out hers, and looking at them critically_). You know,
sometimes I think I love them, and sometimes I'm not quite sure.
GEORGE. Best way is to hang 'em up and see how you like 'em. Always take
'em down again.
OLIVIA. Oh, that's a good idea, George.
GEORGE. Best way.
OLIVIA. Yes.... I think we might try that--(_looking round at settee and
carpets, etc_.)--the only thing is--(_She hesitates_.)
GEORGE. What?
OLIVIA. Well, the carpets and the chair-covers and the cushions and
things--
GEORGE. Well, what about 'em?
OLIVIA. Well, if we had new curtains--
GEORGE. You'd want a new carpet, eh?
OLIVIA (_doubtfully_). Well, _new chair-covers, anyhow._
GEORGE. H'm!... Well, why not?
OLIVIA. Oh, but--
GEORGE (_with an awkward laugh_). We're not so hard up as all that, you
know.
OLIVIA (_quickly_). No, I don't suppose we are really--
GEORGE. No, no, no, yes--I mean no.
OLIVIA (_thoughtfully_). I suppose it would mean that I should have to go
up to London to choose them. You know, that's rather a nuisance.
GEORGE (_extremely casual and moving towards_ OLIVIA). Oh, I don't know.
We might go up together one day.
OLIVIA. Well, of course if we _were_ up--for anything else--
GEORGE (_moving away dubiously_). Yes, yes! That's what I meant.
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