GEORGE. A Registry Office, yes.
LADY MARDEN. Better go up to town this afternoon. Can't do it too quickly.
GEORGE. Yes, yes. We can stay at an hotel—
LADY MARDEN (surprised). George!
GEORGE. What?
LADY MARDEN. You will stay at your club.
GEORGE. Oh—ah—yes, of course, Aunt Julia.
LADY MARDEN. Better take your solicitor with you to be on the safe side. . . . To the Registry Office, I mean.
GEORGE. Yes.
LADY MARDEN (getting up). Well, I must be getting along, George. Say good-bye to Olivia for me. And those children. Of course, you won't allow this absurd love-business between them to come to anything?