Well, of course, if you--
OLIVIA. You could help the experiment, darling, by giving Dinah a good
allowance until she's twenty-one.
GEORGE. Help the experiment! I don't _want_ to help the experiment.
OLIVIA (apologetically). Oh, I thought you did.
GEORGE. You will talk as if I was made of money. What with taxes
always going up and rents always going down, it's as much as we can do
to rub along as we are, without making allowances to everybody who
thinks she wants to get married. (to BRIAN) And that's thanks to you,
my friend.
BRIAN (surprised) To me?
OLIVIA. You never told me, darling. What's Brian been doing?
DINAH (indignantly). He hasn't been doing anything.
GEORGE. He's one of your Socialists who go turning the country upside
down.
OLIVIA. But even Socialists must get married sometimes.
GEORGE. I don't see any necessity.
OLIVIA. But you'd have nobody to damn after dinner, darling, if they
all died out.
BRIAN. Really, sir, I don't see what my politics and my art have got
to do with it. I'm perfectly ready not to talk about either when I'm
in your house, and as Dinah doesn't seem to object to them--
DINAH. I should think she doesn't.
GEORGE. Oh, you can get round the women, I daresay.
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