OLIVIA (equally casually). Brian--yes, isn"t he? And such a nice boy . . .
GEORGE. Got fifty pounds for a picture the other day, didn"t he? Hey?
OLIVIA. Yes. Of course he has only just begun. . . .
GEORGE. Critics think well of him, what?
OLIVIA. They all say he has genius. Oh, I don"t think there"s any doubt about it . . .
GEORGE. Of course, I don"t profess to know anything about painting.
OLIVIA. You"ve never had time to take it up, dear.
GEORGE. I know what I like, of course. Can"t say I see much in this new-fangled stuff. If a man can paint, why can"t he paint like--like Rubens or--or Reynolds?
OLIVIA. I suppose we all have our own styles. Brian will find his directly. Of course, he"s only just beginning. . . .
GEORGE. But they think a lot of him, what?
OLIVIA. Oh yes!
GEORGE. H"m! . . . Good-looking fellow. (There is rather a longer silence this time, GEORGE continues to hope that he is appearing casual and unconcerned. He stands looking at OLIVIA"S work for a moment.)
GEORGE. Nearly finished "em?
OLIVIA. Very nearly. Are my scissors there?
GEORGE (looking round). Scissors?
OLIVIA. Ah, here they are. . . .
GEORGE. Where are you going to put "em?
OLIVIA (as if really wondering). I don"t quite know. . . . I _had_ thought of this room, but--I"m not quite sure.
GEORGE. Brighten the room up a bit.
OLIVIA. Yes. . . .
GEORGE (walking over to the present curtains). H"m. They _are_ a bit faded.
OLIVIA (shaking out hers, and looking at them critically). 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 then.
Always take "em down again.
OLIVIA. That"s rather a good idea, George!
GEORGE. Best way.
OLIVIA. Yes. . . . I think we might do that. . . . The only thing is--(she hesitates).
GEORGE. What?
OLIVIA. Well, the carpet and the chairs, and the cushions and things--
GEORGE. What about "em?
OLIVIA. Well, if we had new curtains--
GEORGE. You"d want a new carpet, eh?
OLIVIA (doubtfully). Y--yes. 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. No, I suppose not. (Thoughtfully) I suppose it would mean that I should have to go up to London for them. That"s rather a nuisance.
GEORGE (extremely casual). Oh, I don"t know. We might go up together one day.
OLIVIA. Well, of course if we _were_ up--for anything else--we could just look about us, and see if we could find what we want.
GEORGE. 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 I expect he"ll tell Dinah, that Mr. Pim had made a mistake about the name.
GEORGE (astonished). You told Brian that Mr. Pim--
OLIVIA. Yes--I told him that the whole thing was a mistake. It seemed the simplest way.
GEORGE. Olivia! Then you mean that Brian and Dinah think that--that we have been married all the time?
OLIVIA. Yes . . . They both think so now.
GEORGE (coming close to her). Olivia, does that mean that you _are_ thinking of marrying me?
OLIVIA. At your old Registry Office?
GEORGE (eagerly). Yes!