Dinah (in her ordinary voice, crossing quickly down to Brian). That was just for their benefit. I said I'd help you find it. It is your cigarette-case we're looking for, isn't it?
Brian (taking it out). Yes. Have one?
Dinah. No, thank you, darling. (Brian goes up R. in smoking-table for a match.) Aunt Juli-ah still thinks it's unladylike.... Have you ever seen her beagling? (Comes down to piano, puts down instrument.)
Brian. No. Is that very ladylike?
Dinah (sitting on settee R.). Very.... I say, what has happened, do you think?
Brian (moving down to back of table R.C.). Everything. I love you, and you love me.
Dinah. Silly! I meant between George and Olivia. Didn't you notice them at lunch?
Brian (sits on table). I noticed that you seemed to be doing most of the talking. But then I've noticed that before sometimes. Do you think Olivia and your uncle have quarrelled because of us?
Dinah. Of course not. George may think he has quarrelled, but I'm quite sure Olivia hasn't. No (Dinah beckons to Brian, who comes and sits above her), I believe Mr. Pim's at the bottom of it. He's brought some terribly sad news about George's investments. (Rising and facing Brian.) The old home will have to be sold up.
Brian. Good. Then your uncle won't mind your marrying me.