DINAH. Why not?
BRIAN. Well, I promised I wouldn't kiss you.
DINAH. Oh! . . . Well, you might just send me a kiss. You can look the other way as if you didn't know I was here.
BRIAN. Like this?
(He looks the other way, kisses the tips of his fingers, and flicks it carelessly in her direction.)
DINAH. That was a lovely one. Now here's one coming for you.
(He catches it gracefully and conveys it to his mouth.)
BRIAN (with a low bow). Madam, I thank you.
DINAH (curtseying). Your servant, Mr. Strange.
OLIVIA (from outside). Dinah!