George. No. I don't like them, and what is more, I don't mean to have them in my house. As I told you yesterday, this is the house of a simple country gentleman, and I don't want any of these new-fangled ideas in it.
Olivia. Is marrying for love a new-fangled idea?
George. We'll come to that directly. None of you women can keep to the point. What I am saying now is that the house of my fathers and forefathers is good enough for me.
Olivia. Do you know, George, I can hear one of your ancestors saying that to his wife in their smelly old cave–(George looks up annoyed at her levity)–when the new-fangled idea of building houses was first suggested. "The Cave of my Forefathers is good enough for——"
George (rising and coming to R. of L.C. table). That's ridiculous. Naturally we must have progress. But that's just the point. (Indicating the curtains.) I don't call this sort of thing progress. It's–ah–retrogression.
Olivia. Well, anyhow, it's pretty.
George. There I disagree with you. And I must say once more that I will not have them hanging in my house. (Going up R.C.)
Olivia. Very well, George. (But she goes on working.)
George (seeing her continuing to sew, stops). That being so, I don't see the necessity of going on with them.
Olivia. Well, I must do something with them now I've got the material.