George (upset). But you–I mean we–
Olivia. You are George Marden, I am Olivia Telworthy, you are attracted by me and think I would make you a good wife, and you want to marry me–very well, then, naturally you propose to me first.
George (falling into the humour of it, as he thinks, and with a hearty laugh moves to below stool L.C.). The baby! Did she want to be proposed to all over again?
Olivia (coyly). Well, she did rather.
George (rather fancying himself as an actor, he adopts what he considers to be an appropriate attitude). She shall then. Er–ah, Mrs. Telworthy, I have long admired you in silence, and the time has now come to put my admiration into words (but apparently he finds a difficulty)–er–er–
Olivia (looking up at him quizzically and prompting him into words; repeating). I–I–(Looking down coyly.) Oh, Mr. Marden!
(George roars with laughter and crosses to centre.)
George (returning to her). Olivia–er–may I call you Olivia?
Olivia. Yes, George.
(Olivia puts out her hand and George notices it.)