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?