I see. Of course I know what _you_ want,
Dinah.
DINAH. What do I want?
BRIAN. You want a secret engagement, and notes left under door-mats,
and meetings by the withered thorn, when all the household is asleep.
_I_ know you.
DINAH. Oh, but it is such fun! I love meeting people by withered
thorns.
BRIAN. Well, I'm not going to have it.
DINAH (childishly). Oh, George! Look at us being husbandy!
BRIAN. You babe! I adore you. (He kisses her and holds her away from
him and looks at her) You know, you're rather throwing yourself away
on me. Do you mind?
DINAH. Not a bit.
BRIAN. We shall never be rich, but we shall have lots of fun, and meet
interesting people, and feel that we're doing something worth doing,
and not getting paid nearly enough for it, and we can curse the
Academy together and the British Public, and--oh, it's an exciting
life.
DINAH (seeing it). I shall love it.
BRIAN. I'll make you love it. You shan't be sorry, Dinah.
DINAH. You shan't be sorry either, Brian.
BRIAN (looking at her lovingly). Oh, I know I shan't. . . . What will
Olivia think about it? Will she be surprised?
DINAH. She's never surprised. She always seems to have thought of
things about a week before they happen.
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