George (laughing uneasily, and sitting and leaning over on table L.C. towards Olivia). Oh, we needn't take it as seriously as all that.
Olivia. But a woman must take a proposal seriously.
George (a little alarmed at last). What do you mean?
Olivia. Well, what I mean is that the whole question–(with a sly look at George)–as I heard somebody say once, demands much more anxious thought than either of us has given it. These hasty marriages——
George (rising and crossing at back of Olivia round settee and to L. of Olivia). Hasty!
Olivia. Well, you've only just proposed to me, and you want me to marry you to-morrow.
George. Now you're talking perfect nonsense, Olivia. You know quite well that our case is utterly different from–well–from any other.
Olivia. All the same, one must ask oneself questions. With a young girl like–well, with a young girl–love may well seem to be all that matters. But with a woman of my age it is different. I have to ask myself whether you can afford to support a wife.
George. You know perfectly well that I can afford to support a wife as my wife should be supported.
Olivia. Oh, I am glad. Then your income–you are not really worried about that at all?