Dinah. I meant talking to George.
Olivia. Oh!
Brian. We walked about outside——
Dinah. Until we heard him not talking to you any more——
Brian. And we didn't kiss each other once.
Dinah and Brian (pointing roguishly and with satisfaction at Olivia). Ah!
Dinah. Brian was very George-like. He wouldn't even let me tickle the back of his neck. (She goes suddenly to Olivia and sits on her L.) Darling (putting her arms round Olivia and kissing her), being George-like is a very nice thing to be–I mean a nice thing for other people to be–I mean–oh, you know what I mean. But say that he's going to be decent about it.
Olivia. Of course he is, Dinah.
Brian (sits on stool L.C., and leans forward eagerly). You mean he'll let me come here as–as——
Dinah. As my young man?