GEORGE (hedging). It isn't merely a question of money. I just mention that as one thing—one of the important things. In addition to that, I think you are both too young to marry. I don't think you know your own minds, and I am not at all persuaded that, with what I venture to call your outrageous tastes, you and my niece will live happily together. Just because she thinks she loves you, Dinah may persuade herself now that she agrees with all you say and do, but she has been properly brought up in an honest English country household, and—er—she—well, in short, I cannot at all approve of any engagement between you. (Getting up) Olivia, if this Mr.—er—Pim comes, I shall be down at the farm. You might send him along to me.
(He walks towards the windows.)
BRIAN (indignantly). Is there any reason why I shouldn't marry a girl who has been properly brought up?
GEORGE. I think you know my views, Strange.
OLIVIA. George, wait a moment, dear. We can't quite leave it like this.
GEORGE. I have said all I want to say on the subject.
OLIVIA. Yes, darling, but I haven't begun to say all that I want to say on the subject.
GEORGE. Of course, if you have anything to say, Olivia, I will listen to it; but I don't know that this is quite the time, or that you have chosen—(looking darkly at the curtains)—quite the occupation likely to—er—endear your views to me.
DINAH (mutinously). I may as well tell you, Uncle George, that I have got a good deal to say, too.
OLIVIA. I can guess what you are going to say, Dinah, and I think you had better keep it for the moment.