Dinah. Even if we have to wait till I'm twenty-one?
Brian. Even if we have to wait till you're fifty-one.
Dinah (holding out her hands to him). Darling!
Brian (uneasily). I say, don't do that.
Dinah. Why not?
Brian. Well, I promised I wouldn't kiss you.
Dinah. Oh! (Rising and crossing to C., watching the others at back). Well, you might just send me a kiss. You can look the other way as if you didn't know I was here.
Brian. Like this?
(He looks the other way, kisses the tips of his fingers, and flicks it carelessly in her direction. She pretends to catch it, kissing her own hands.)
Dinah. That was a lovely one. Now here's one coming for you.