OLIVIA (innocently). No, darling. . . You don't think it was wrong, George?
GEORGE (his verdict). An innocent deception . . . perfectly harmless.
OLIVIA. Yes, dear, that was what I thought about—about what I was doing.
GEORGE. Then you will come to-morrow? (She nods.) And if we happen to see the carpet, or anything that you want—
OLIVIA. Oh, what fun!
GEORGE (beaming). And a wedding lunch at the Carlton, what? (She nods eagerly.) And—and a bit of a honeymoon in Paris?
OLIVIA. Oh, George!
GEORGE (hungrily). Give us a kiss, old girl.
OLIVIA (lovingly). George!
(She holds up her cheek to him. He kisses it, and then suddenly takes her in his arms.)