_when_ OLIVIA _calls_.)
OLIVIA. George, don't go too far away; I may want you.
GEORGE. All right! I'll be out on the terrace. Give me a shout if you
want me.
(GEORGE _and_ BRIAN _go off at windows up_ L.)
(DINAH _follows up_ R. _and watches them off_.)
DINAH (_watching them off_). Brian and George always discuss me in front
of the pigs. So tactless of them. I say, are you going to London, too,
darling? (_Coming down to table_ L.C.)
OLIVIA. To-morrow----(_Rising and shaking out curtains_.)
DINAH. What are you going to do in London?
OLIVIA. Oh, shopping and--one or two little things.
DINAH. With George?
OLIVIA. Yes. (_Crossing up centre below_ DINAH _with curtains_.)
DINAH (_sits on table_ L.C.). I say, wasn't it lovely about Pim?
OLIVIA. Lovely?
DINAH. Yes, he told me all about it. Making such a hash of things, I
mean.
OLIVIA (_innocently_). Did he make a hash of things?
DINAH. Well, I mean keeping on coming like that. And if you look at it
all round--well, for all he had to say, he needn't have come at all.
OLIVIA. Well, I don't think I should put it quite like that, Dinah.
DINAH (_referring to curtains_). I say, aren't they jolly?
OLIVIA. I'm so glad everybody likes them. Tell George I'm ready, dear.
DINAH. I say, is _he_ going to put them up for you?
OLIVIA. Well, I thought perhaps he could reach better.
DINAH. All right, I'll tell him. (_Crossing up_ L.
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