George just begins to get hold
of them about a week _after_ they've happened. (Considering him) After
all, there's no reason why George _shouldn't_ like you, darling.
BRIAN. I'm not his sort, you know.
DINAH. You're more Olivia's sort. Well, we'll tell Olivia this
morning.
OLIVIA (coming in). And what are you going to tell Olivia this
morning? (She looks at them with a smile) Oh, well, I think I can
guess.
(Shall we describe OLIVIA? But you will know all about her before the
day is over.)
DINAH (jumping up). Olivia, darling!
BRIAN (following). Say you understand, Mrs. Marden.
OLIVIA. Mrs. Marden, I am afraid, is a very dense person, Brian, but I
think if you asked Olivia if she understood----
BRIAN. Bless you, Olivia. I knew you'd be on our side.
DINAH. Of course she would.
OLIVIA. I don't know if it's usual to kiss an aunt-in-law, Brian, but
Dinah is such a very special sort of niece that--(she inclines her
cheek and BRIAN kisses it).
DINAH. I say, you _are_ in luck to-day, Brian.
OLIVIA (going over to her chair by the work-table and getting to
business with the curtains) And how many people have been told the
good news?
BRIAN. Nobody yet.
DINAH. Except Mr. Pim.
BRIAN.
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