Mr. Pim Passes By

Chapter 22

GEORGE (_down_ L.). Nearly finished "em?

OLIVIA. Very nearly. (_Smiling to herself, turns away to R., pretending to look for scissors_.) Have you seen my scissors anywhere?

GEORGE (_looking round_). Scissors?

OLIVIA (_turns to_ L. _and finds them in her work-box_). It"s all right, here they are----

GEORGE (_down_ L. _below chair facing_ OLIVIA). Where are you thinking of hanging "em?



OLIVIA (_as if really wondering_). I don"t quite know.... I _had_ thought of this room, but--I"m not quite sure.

GEORGE (_crossing below_ OLIVIA _to centre_). 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.

(_There is another silence_. GEORGE _is wondering whether to come to closer quarters with the great question_.)

OLIVIA. Oh, by the way, George--

GEORGE. Yes?

OLIVIA (_innocently_). I told Brian, and of course he"ll tell Dinah, that Mr. Pim had made a mistake about the name.

GEORGE (_astonished, moving towards_ OLIVIA). Mistake about the name?

OLIVIA. Yes--I told Brian that the whole thing was a mistake, I thought that was the simplest way.

GEORGE. Olivia--(_crossing below and to her_ L.)--then you mean that Brian and Dinah think that--that we have been married all the time?

OLIVIA. Yes.

GEORGE (_coming closer to her_). Olivia, does that mean that you are thinking of marrying me?

OLIVIA. At your old registry office?

GEORGE (_eagerly_). Yes!

OLIVIA. To-morrow?

GEORGE. Yes.

OLIVIA. Do you want me to very much?

GEORGE. My darling, you know I do.

OLIVIA. We should have to keep it very quiet, George.

GEORGE. Well, of course--(_sitting to her_ L.)--n.o.body need know. We don"t want anybody to know. And now that you"ve put Brian and Dinah off the scent, by telling them that--(_he breaks off and says admiringly_)-- that was very clever of you, Olivia. I should never have thought of that.

OLIVIA (_innocently_). George--you don"t think it was _wrong_, do you?

GEORGE (_his verdict, taking her hands and patting them_). An innocent deception... perfectly harmless.

OLIVIA. Yes, dear, that was what I thought about--about--(_laughing to herself_) what I was doing.

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