George (fervently). I won't. (Awkwardly.) I–I don't think I should have really, you know. I–I——
(Dinah enters from up L. and crosses at back of writing-table and round down R. Brian follows her.)
Dinah (seeing the embrace, surprised). Oo–I say!
(George looks and feels rather a fool.)
George. Hallo!
(Olivia sits, resumes sewing.)
Dinah (coming down centre and going below settee L., impetuously to him). Give me one, too, George. Brian won't mind.
George (formally, but enjoying it). Do you mind, Mr. Strange?
Brian (a little uncomfortable). Oh, I say, sir——
George. We'll risk it, Dinah. (He kisses her.)