Dinah. Darling, you haven't kissed me yet.
Brian (moving up to her and pulling her down to below settee L.), Oh, I say. I oughtn't to, but then one never ought to do the nice things.
Dinah. Why oughtn't you?
(They sit on the sofa together–Brian to R., Dinah to L.)
Brian. Well, we said we'd be good until we'd told your uncle and aunt all about it. You see, being a guest in their house–
Dinah. But, darling child, what have you been doing all this morning except telling George?
Brian. Oh, trying to tell George.
Dinah (nodding). Yes, of course, there's a difference.
Brian. I think he guessed there was something up, and he took me down to see the pigs–he said he had to see the pigs at once–I don't know why; an appointment perhaps. And we talked about pigs all the way, and I couldn't say, "Talking about pigs, I want to marry your niece–"
Dinah (with mock indignation). Oh, of course you couldn't.