Brian. No. Well, you see how it was. And then when we'd finished talking about pigs, we started talking to the pigs–
Dinah (eagerly). Oh, how is Arnold?
Brian. Arnold...? Oh yes, that's the little black-and-white one? He's very jolly, I believe, but naturally I wasn't thinking about him much. I was wondering how to begin. And then Lumsden came up, and wanted to talk pig-food, and the atmosphere grew less and less romantic, and–and I gradually drifted away.
Dinah. Oh, poor darling! Well, we shall have to approach him through Olivia.
Brian. But I always wanted to tell her first; she's so much easier. Only you wouldn't let me.
Dinah. That's your fault, Brian. You would tell Olivia that she ought to have orange-and-black curtains in here.
Brian. But she wants orange and black curtains in here.
Dinah. Yes. (Rising and standing with her back to fire, imitating George.) But George says he's not going to have any Futuristic nonsense in an honest English country house, which has been good enough for his father and his grandfather and his great-grandfather, and–and all the rest of them. (Kneels on settee.) So there's a sort of strained feeling between Olivia and George just now, and if Olivia were to–sort of recommend you, well, it wouldn't do you much good.
Brian (looking at her). I see. Of course I know what you want, Dinah.
Dinah. What do I want?