Olivia. But I dare say I shall think of something.
Brian. Oh! my lord.
Dinah (disappointedly). Oh!
Brian (going up C.). After all, Dinah, I'm going back to London to-morrow——
Dinah (crossing quickly towards Brian). Oh, no, no!
Olivia. Now, Dinah. You can be good for one more day, and then when Brian isn't here, we'll see what we can do.
Dinah (placing her hands on Brian's shoulders). Yes, but I didn't want him to go back to-morrow.
Brian (sternly, taking her hands away). Must. Hard work before me. (Dinah moves to back of table L.C.) Earn thousands a year. (Going down R. Dinah and Olivia are amused). Paint the Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey, life-size, including chains of office; paint slice of haddock on plate. Copy Landseer for old gentleman in Bayswater. Design antimacassar for middle-aged sofa in Streatham. (Sitting and putting his legs up on settee R.) Oh, yes. Earn a living for you. Dinah.
Dinah (giggling). Oh, Brian, you're heavenly. What fun we shall have when we're married.
Brian (with exaggerated dignity). Sir Brian Strange, R.A., if you please, Miss Marden. Sir Brian Strange, R.A., writes: "Your Sanogene has proved a most excellent tonic. After completing the third acre of my Academy picture, 'The Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey,' I was completely exhausted, but one bottle of Sanogene revived me, and I finished the remaining seven acres at a single sitting."