GEORGE. Is this a threat, Olivia? Are you telling me that if I do not allow young Strange to marry Dinah, you will not marry me?
OLIVIA. A threat? Oh no, George.
GEORGE. Then what does it mean?
OLIVIA. I'm just wondering if you love me as much as Brian loves Dinah. You do love me?
GEORGE (from his heart). You know I do, old girl. (He comes to her.)
OLIVIA. You're not just attracted by my pretty face? . . . Is it a pretty face?
GEORGE. It's an adorable one. (He tries to kiss it, but she turns away.)
OLIVIA. How can I be sure that it is not only my face which makes you think that you care for me? Love which rests upon a mere outward attraction cannot lead to any lasting happiness—as one of our thinkers has observed.
GEORGE. What's come over you, Olivia? I don't understand what you're driving at. Why should you doubt my love?
OLIVIA. Ah!—Why?