BRIAN. You mean he'll let me come here as—as—
DINAH. As my young man?
OLIVIA. Oh, I think so.
DINAH. Olivia, you're a wonder. Have you really talked him round?
OLIVIA. I haven't said anything yet. But I daresay I shall think of something.
DINAH (disappointedly). Oh!
BRIAN (making the best of it). After all, Dinah, I'm going back to London to-morrow—
OLIVIA. You can be good for one more day, Dinah, and then when Brian isn't here, we'll see what we can do.
DINAH. Yes, but I didn't want him to go back to-morrow.
BRIAN (sternly). Must. Hard work before me. Earn thousands a year. Paint the Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey, life-size, including chains of office; paint slice of haddock on plate. Copy Landseer for old gentleman in Bayswater. Design antimacassar for middle-aged sofa in Streatham. Earn a living for you, Dinah.