(Going up L. she places the curtains on the cabinet.)
George (waits impatiently until she has put them away on top of cabinet). Ah! That's better.
(Olivia comes to table L.C., closes her workbox and then crosses down to settee R.)
George (rising and crossing down to Olivia and placing arms lovingly on her shoulder). Now look here, Olivia, old girl, you've been a jolly good wife to me–(takes his arms from her shoulder)–and we don't often have rows, and if I've been rude to you about this–lost my temper a bit perhaps, what?–I'll say I'm sorry. May I have a kiss?
Olivia (holding up her face). George, darling! (He kisses her.) Do you love me?
George. You know I do, old girl.
Olivia. As much as Brian loves Dinah?
George (stiffly, taking her hands from his shoulders). I've said all I want to say about that. (He goes away from her to L.)
Olivia. Oh, but there must be lots you want to say and perhaps don't like to. (Sits on settee R.) Do tell me, darling.
George (coming back to C.). What it comes to is this. I consider that Dinah is too young to choose a husband for herself, and that Strange isn't the husband I should choose for her.