GEORGE. Like the idea! Have you heard of this nonsense, Olivia?
OLIVIA. They've just this moment told me, George. I think they would be happy together.
GEORGE (to BRIAN). And what do you propose to be happy together on?
BRIAN. Well, of course, it doesn't amount to much at present, but we shan't starve.
DINAH. Brian got fifty pounds for a picture last March!
GEORGE (a little upset by this). Oh! (Recovering gamely) And how many pictures have you sold since?
BRIAN. Well, none, but—
GEORGE. None! And I don't wonder. Who the devil is going to buy pictures with triangular clouds and square sheep? And they call that Art nowadays! Good God, man, (waving him to the windows) go outside and look at the clouds!
OLIVIA. If he draws round clouds in future, George, will you let him marry Dinah?
GEORGE. What—what? Yes, of course, you would be on his side—all this Futuristic nonsense. I'm just taking these clouds as an example. I suppose I can see as well as any man in the county, and I say that clouds aren't triangular.