DINAH. He had to send a telegram. He's coming back.
OLIVIA. Pass me those scissors, Brian.
BRIAN. These? (He picks them up and comes close to her.)
OLIVIA. Thank you. (She indicates GEORGE'S back. "Now?" says BRIAN
with his eyebrows. She nods.)
GEORGE (reading). Ah well, a friend of Brymer's. Glad to oblige him.
Yes, I know the man he wants. Coming back, you say, Dinah? Then I'll
be going back. Send him down to the farm, Olivia, when he comes. (to
BRIAN) Hallo, what happened to _you_?
OLIVIA. Don't go, George, there's something we want to talk about.
GEORGE. Hallo, what's this?
BRIAN (to OLIVIA). Shall I----?
OLIVIA. Yes.
BRIAN (stepping out). I've been wanting to tell you all this morning,
sir, only I didn't seem to have an opportunity of getting it out.
GEORGE. Well, what is it?
BRIAN. I want to marry Dinah, sir.
GEORGE. You want to marry Dinah? God bless my soul!
DINAH (rushing to him and putting her cheek against his coat). Oh, do
say you like the idea, Uncle George.
GEORGE. Like the idea! Have you heard of this nonsense, Olivia?
OLIVIA. They've just this moment told me, George. I think they would
be happy together.
GEORGE (to BRIAN). And what do you propose to be happy together _on_?
BRIAN.
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