GEORGE. What?
OLIVIA. Well, the carpet and the chairs, and the cushions and things—
GEORGE. What about 'em?
OLIVIA. Well, if we had new curtains—
GEORGE. You'd want a new carpet, eh?
OLIVIA (doubtfully). Y—yes. Well, new chair-covers anyhow.
GEORGE. H'm. . . . Well, why not?
OLIVIA. Oh, but—
GEORGE (with an awkward laugh). We're not so hard up as all that, you know.
OLIVIA. No, I suppose not. (Thoughtfully) I suppose it would mean that I should have to go up to London for them. That's rather a nuisance.