DINAH. But, darling child, what have you been doing all this morning except telling George?
BRIAN. Trying to tell George.
DINAH (nodding). Yes, of course, there's a difference.
BRIAN. I think he guessed there was something up, and he took me down to see the pigs—he said he had to see the pigs at once—I don't know why; an appointment perhaps. And we talked about pigs all the way, and I couldn't say, "Talking about pigs, I want to marry your niece——"
DINAH (with mock indignation). Of course you couldn't.
BRIAN. No. Well, you see how it was. And then when we'd finished talking about pigs, we started talking to the pigs——
DINAH (eagerly). Oh, how is Arnold?
BRIAN. The little black-and-white one? He's very jolly, I believe, but naturally I wasn't thinking about him much. I was wondering how to begin. And then Lumsden came up, and wanted to talk pig-food, and the atmosphere grew less and less romantic, and—and I gradually drifted away.
DINAH. Poor darling. Well, we shall have to approach him through Olivia.
BRIAN. But I always wanted to tell her first; she's so much easier. Only you wouldn't let me.