George (indignantly). Was it for this sort of thing Olivia, that you insisted on having Dinah and Mr. Strange in here? To insult me in my own house?
Lady Marden. I can't think what young people are coming to nowadays.
Olivia. I think, dear, you and Brian had better go.
Dinah (getting up). We will go. (Crossing below Olivia and putting her knee on stool and looking cheekily up into George's face.) But I'm just going to say one thing, Uncle George. Brian and I are going to marry each other, and when we are married we'll stick to each other, however many of our dead husbands and wives turn up! Come on, Brian. (She goes up C. and through window and goes out indignantly, followed by Brian R.)
(George follows them up.)
George. Upon my word, this is a pleasant discussion.
Olivia. I think the discussion is over, George. It is only a question of where I shall go, while you are bringing your–what sort of suit did you call it?
Lady Marden (to George). Nullity suit. I suppose that is the best thing?
George. It's horrible. (Moving down between stool and Lady Marden.) The awful publicity. That it should be happening to us, that's what I can't get over.
Lady Marden. I don't remember anything of the sort in the Marden Family before, ever.