Did you
notice that one? That wasn't just an ordinary affectionate kiss. That was
a special "bless you my children" one. (_To_ GEORGE.) Wasn't it?
OLIVIA. You do talk nonsense, darling.
DINAH (_crossing quickly below and to_ R. _of_ BRIAN). Well, I'm so happy
now that Pim has relented about your first husband--(GEORGE _catches_
OLIVIA'S _eye and smiles; she smiles back; but they are different
smiles_.)
GEORGE (_the actor_). Yes, yes, stupid fellow, Pim, what?
BRIAN. Yes. Absolute idiot, I think!
DINAH. And now that George has relented about--(_with a significant look
at_ BRIAN)--_my_ first husband----
GEORGE. Here, you get on much too quickly. (_Crossing below_ OLIVIA _to_
BRIAN.) So you want to marry my Dinah, eh?
BRIAN (_with a smile_). Well, I do rather, sir.
GEORGE (_to_ BRIAN). Well, you'd better have a talk with me about it--er--
(_with a sly look at_ OLIVIA)--Brian.
BRIAN. Thank you very much, sir.
(GEORGE _goes up and_ BRIAN, _imitating his walk, accompanies him_.)
GEORGE. Well, come along then. (BRIAN _looks at his watch_.) I am going
up to town after tea, so we'd better----
DINAH (_moving up to_ R. _of_ BRIAN). I say, are you going to London?
GEORGE (_with a sly look at_ OLIVIA). Yes, a little business.
DINAH (_cheekily_). Eh?
GEORGE. Never you mind, young woman. (_To_ BRIAN.) Come along, we'll
stroll down and look at the pigs.
BRIAN. Right-o!
(_They are going off to_ L.
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