DINAH. He sold a picture last March for—
GEORGE. Yes, yes, never mind that now.
LADY MARDEN. Unhealthy life. Well, come along.
[She strides out, followed by DINAH and BRIAN.
(GEORGE sits down at his desk with his head in his hand, and stabs the blotting-paper with a pen. OLIVIA takes the curtains with her to the sofa and begins to work on them.)
GEORGE (looking up and seeing them). Really, Olivia, we've got something more important, more vital to us than curtains, to discuss, now that we are alone at last.
OLIVIA. I wasn't going to discuss them, dear.
GEORGE. I'm always glad to see Aunt Julia in my house, but I wish she hadn't chosen this day of all days to come to lunch.
OLIVIA. It wasn't Aunt Julia's fault. It was really Mr. Pim who chose the wrong day.
GEORGE (fiercely). Good Heavens, is it true?