George. I have said all I want to say on the subject.
(Dinah sits on settee R.)
Olivia. Yes, darling, but I haven't begun to say all that I want to say on the subject.
George (crossing down to back of table L.C.). Of course, if you have anything to say, Olivia, I will listen to it; but I don't know that this is quite the time–(Olivia makes a marked movement as she is sewing the curtains), or that you have chosen–(looking darkly at the curtains)–quite the occupation likely to–er–endear your views to me.
Dinah (mutinously, rising quickly and crossing to stool on which she kneels and looks up into George's face and bangs the table). I may as well tell you, Uncle George, that I have got a good deal to say, too.
(Brian crosses down to her R., gingerly pulling her sleeve, trying to restrain her.)
Olivia. Yes, darling. I can guess what you are going to say, Dinah, and I think you had better keep it for the moment.
Dinah (meekly, backing to R. below Brian and to L. of table R.C.). Yes, Aunt Olivia.
Olivia. Brian, you might take her outside for a walk. I expect you have plenty to talk about.
(Brian and Dinah move up R.)