OLIVIA. Yes. . . .
DINAH. I say, wasn't it lovely about Pim?
OLIVIA. Lovely?
DINAH. Yes; he told me all about it. Making such a hash of things, I mean.
OLIVIA (innocently). Did he make a hash of things?
DINAH. Well, I mean keeping on coming like that. And if you look at it all round—well, for all he had to say, he needn't really have come at all.
OLIVIA (smiling to herself). I shouldn't quite say that, Dinah. (She stands up and shakes out the curtains.)
DINAH. I say, aren't they jolly?
OLIVIA (demurely). I'm so glad everybody likes them. Tell George I'm ready, will you?
DINAH. I say, is he going to hang them up for you?