George (stiffly). You know perfectly well what my income is. I see no reason for anxiety, in the future.
Olivia. Ah, very well, then we needn't think about it any more.
George. You know I can't make out what you're up to. (Sits to her L. on settee.) Don't you want to get married–to–er–legalize this extraordinary situation in which we are placed?
Olivia. I must consider the whole question very carefully. I can't just jump at the very first offer I have had since my husband died. (Rising and crossing to centre.)
George. Oh, so I'm under consideration, eh?
Olivia (moving up R.C.). Every suitor is.
George. Oh, very well, go on! Go on!
Olivia. Well then, there's your niece. You have a niece living with you. Of course Dinah is a delightful girl, but one doesn't like marrying into a household where there's another grown-up woman. But perhaps she will be getting married herself soon.
George. I see no prospect of it.
Olivia. It would make it so much easier, George, if she did.