OLIVIA. George, wait a moment, dear. We can't quite leave it like
this.
GEORGE. I have said all I want to say on the subject.
OLIVIA. Yes, darling, but I haven't begun to say all that _I_ want to
say on the subject.
GEORGE. Of course, if you have anything to say, Olivia, I will listen
to it; but I don't know that this is quite the time, or that you have
chosen--(looking darkly at the curtains)--quite the occupation likely
to--er--endear your views to me.
DINAH (mutinously). I may as well tell you, Uncle George, that _I_
have got a good deal to say, too.
OLIVIA. I can guess what you are going to say, Dinah, and I think you
had better keep it for the moment.
DINAH (meekly). Yes, Aunt Olivia.
OLIVIA. Brian, you might take her outside for a walk. I expect you
have plenty to talk about.
GEORGE. Now mind, Strange, no love-making. I put you on your honour
about that.
BRIAN. I'll do my best to avoid it, sir.
DINAH (cheekily). May I take his arm if we go up a hill?
OLIVIA. I'm sure you'll know how to behave--both of you.
BRIAN. Come on, then, Dinah.
DINAH. Righto.
GEORGE (as they go). And if you do see any clouds, Strange, take a
good look at them. (He chuckles to himself) Triangular clouds--I never
heard of such nonsense.
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