GEORGE (to BRIAN). Shall we walk down and look at the pigs?
BRIAN. Righto!
OLIVIA. Don't go far, dear. I may want you in a moment.
GEORGE. All right, darling, we'll be on the terrace.
[They go out together.
DINAH. Brian and George always try to discuss me in front of the pigs. So tactless of them. Are you going to London, too, darling?
OLIVIA. To-morrow morning.
DINAH. What are you going to do in London?
OLIVIA. Oh, shopping, and—one or two little things.
DINAH. With George?