DINAH (giggling). Oh, Brian, you're heavenly. What fun we shall have when we're married.
BRIAN (stiffly). Sir Brian Strange, R.A., if you please, Miss Marden. Sir Brian Strange, R.A., writes: "Your Sanogene has proved a most excellent tonic. After completing the third acre of my Academy picture 'The Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey' I was completely exhausted, but one bottle of Sanogene revived me, and I finished the remaining seven acres at a single sitting."
OLIVIA (looking about her). Brian, find my scissors for me.
BRIAN. Scissors. (Looking for them) Sir Brian Strange, R.A., looks for scissors. (Finding them) Aha! Once more we must record an unqualified success for the eminent Academician. Your scissors.
OLIVIA. Thank you so much.
DINAH. Come on, Brian, let's go out. I feel open-airy.
OLIVIA. Don't be late for lunch, there's good people. Lady Marden is coming.
DINAH. Aunt Juli-ah! Help! (She faints in BRIAN'S arms) That means a clean pinafore. Brian, you'll jolly well have to brush your hair.
BRIAN (feeling it). I suppose there's no time now to go up to London and get it cut?
Enter ANNE, followed by PIM.