George. Quite so. And if you–ah–decide to refuse me, what will you do?
Olivia. Nothing.
George. Meaning by that?
Olivia. Just that, George. I shall stay here–just as before.
(George rises and approaches her, about to expostulate.)
I like this house. (Crossing below George, looking about the room to below settee L.) It wants a little redecorating, but I do like it, George... Yes, I shall be perfectly happy here! (Sits on settee.)
George. I see. You will continue to live down here–in spite of what you said just now about the–the immorality of it.
Olivia (surprised). But what is there immoral in a widow living alone in a big country house–with perhaps the niece of a dear friend of hers–staying with her to keep her company.
George (sarcastic). Oh, and pray what shall I be doing when you've so very kindly taken possession of my house for me?
Olivia. You! Oh, I can't think! Travelling, I expect.