GEORGE (very uncomfortable). Yes, yes, my dear, I know. You must have had a terrible time. I can hardly bear to think about it. My only hope is that I have made up to you for it in some degree. But I don"t see what bearing it has upon Dinah"s case.
OLIVIA. Oh, none, except that _my_ father _liked_ Jacob"s political opinions and his views on art. I expect that that was why he chose him for me.
GEORGE. You seem to think that I wish to choose a husband for Dinah. I don"t at all. Let her choose whom she likes as long as he can support her and there"s a chance of their being happy together. Now, with regard to this fellow--
OLIVIA. You mean Brian?
GEORGE. He"s got no money, and he"s been brought up in quite a different way from Dinah. Dinah may be prepared to believe that--er--all cows are blue, and that--er--waves are square, but she won"t go on believing it for ever.
OLIVIA. Neither will Brian.
GEORGE. Well, that"s what I keep telling him, only he won"t see it.
Just as I keep telling you about those ridiculous curtains. It seems to me that I am the only person in the house with any eyesight left.
OLIVIA. Perhaps you are, darling; but you must let us find out our own mistakes for ourselves. At any rate, Brian is a gentleman; he loves Dinah, Dinah loves him; he"s earning enough to support himself, and you are earning enough to support Dinah. I think it"s worth risking, George.
GEORGE (stiffly). I can only say the whole question demands much more anxious thought than you seem to have given it. You say that he is a gentleman. He knows how to behave, I admit; but if his morals are as topsy-turvy as his tastes and--er--politics, as I"ve no doubt they are, then--er--In short, I do _not_ approve of Brian Strange as a husband for my niece and ward.
OLIVIA (looking at him thoughtfully). You _are_ a curious mixture, George. You were so very unconventional when you married me, and you"re so very conventional when Brian wants to marry Dinah. . . . George Marden to marry the widow of a convict!
GEORGE. Convict! What do you mean?
OLIVIA. Jacob Telworthy, convict--I forget his number--surely I told you all this, dear, when we got engaged?
GEORGE. Never!
OLIVIA. I told you how he carelessly put the wrong signature to a cheque for a thousand pounds in England; how he made a little mistake about two or three companies he"d promoted in Australia; and how--
GEORGE. Yes, yes, but you never told me he was _convicted_!
OLIVIA. What difference does it make?
GEORGE. My dear Olivia, if you can"t see that--a convict!
OLIVIA. So, you see, we needn"t be too particular about our niece, need we?
GEORGE. I think we had better leave your first husband out of the conversation altogether. I never wished to refer to him; I never wish to hear about him again. I certainly had not realised that he was actually--er--_convicted_ for his--er--
OLIVIA. Mistakes.
GEORGE. Well, we needn"t go into that. As for this other matter, I don"t for a moment take it seriously. Dinah is an exceptionally pretty girl, and young Strange is a good-looking boy. If they are attracted to each other, it is a mere outward attraction which I am convinced will not lead to any lasting happiness. That must be regarded as my last word in the matter, Olivia. If this Mr.--er--what was his name, comes, I shall be down at the farm.
[He goes out by the door.
(Left alone, OLIVIA brings out her curtains again, and gets calmly to work upon them.)
(DINAH and BRIAN come in by the windows.)
DINAH. Finished?
OLIVIA. Oh no, I"ve got all these rings to put on.
DINAH. I meant talking to George.
BRIAN. We walked about outside--
DINAH. Until we heard him _not_ talking to you any more--
BRIAN. And we didn"t kiss each other once.
DINAH. Brian was very George-like. He wouldn"t even let me tickle the back of his neck. (She goes up suddenly to OLIVIA and kneels by her and kisses her) Darling, being George-like is a very nice thing to be--I mean a nice thing for other people to be--I mean--oh, you know what I mean. But say that he"s going to be decent about it.
OLIVIA. Of course he is, Dinah.
BRIAN. You mean he"ll let me come here as--as--
DINAH. As my young man?
OLIVIA. Oh, I think so.
DINAH. Olivia, you"re a wonder. Have you really talked him round?
OLIVIA. I haven"t said anything yet. But I daresay I shall think of something.
DINAH (disappointedly). Oh!
BRIAN (making the best of it). After all, Dinah, I"m going back to London to-morrow--
OLIVIA. You can be good for one more day, Dinah, and then when Brian isn"t here, we"ll see what we can do.
DINAH. Yes, but I didn"t want him to go back to-morrow.
BRIAN (sternly). Must. Hard work before me. Earn thousands a year.
Paint the Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey, life-size, including chains of office; paint slice of haddock on plate. Copy Landseer for old gentleman in Bayswater. Design antimaca.s.sar for middle-aged sofa in Streatham. Earn a living for you, Dinah.
DINAH (giggling). Oh, Brian, you"re heavenly. What fun we shall have when we"re married.
BRIAN (stiffly). Sir Brian Strange, R.A., if you please, Miss Marden.
Sir Brian Strange, R.A., writes: "Your Sanogene has proved a most excellent tonic. After completing the third acre of my Academy picture "The Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey" I was completely exhausted, but one bottle of Sanogene revived me, and I finished the remaining seven acres at a single sitting."
OLIVIA (looking about her). Brian, find my scissors for me.
BRIAN. Scissors. (Looking for them) Sir Brian Strange, R.A., looks for scissors. (Finding them) Aha! Once more we must record an unqualified success for the eminent Academician. Your scissors.
OLIVIA. Thank you so much.
DINAH. Come on, Brian, let"s go out. I feel open-airy.
OLIVIA. Don"t be late for lunch, there"s good people. Lady Marden is coming.