Brian. Yes–no–no–
Dinah. Yes, you do,
Brian. Yes.
George. And you propose to experimenting with my niece?
Brian (with a shrug). Well, of course, if you–
Olivia. You could help the experiment, darling, by giving Dinah a good allowance until she's twenty-one.
George. Help the experiment! I don't want to help the experiment. (Crossing up to writing-table.)
Olivia (apologetically). Oh, I thought you did.
George. You will talk as if I was made of money. What with taxes always going up and rents always going down, it's as much as we can do to rub along as we are (to back of L.C. table), without making allowances to everybody who thinks she wants to get married. (To Brian.) And that's thanks to you, my friend.
Brian (surprised). To me?