May I have a kiss?
OLIVIA (holding up her face). George, darling! (He kisses her.) Do you
love me?
GEORGE. You know I do, old girl.
OLIVIA. As much as Brian loves Dinah?
GEORGE (stiffly). I've said all I want to say about that. (He goes
away from her.)
OLIVIA. Oh, but there must be lots you want to say--and perhaps don't
like to. Do tell me, darling.
GEORGE. What it comes to is this. I consider that Dinah is too young
to choose a husband for herself, and that Strange isn't the husband I
should choose for her.
OLIVIA. You were calling him Brian yesterday.
GEORGE. Yesterday I regarded him as a boy, now he wants me to look
upon him as a man.
OLIVIA. He's twenty-four.
GEORGE. And Dinah's nineteen. Ridiculous!
OLIVIA. If he'd been a Conservative, and thought that clouds were
round, I suppose he'd have seemed older, somehow.
GEORGE. That's a different point altogether. That has nothing to do
with his age.
OLIVIA (innocently). Oh, I thought it had.
GEORGE. What I am objecting to is these ridiculously early marriages
before either party knows its own mind, much less the mind of the
other party. Such marriages invariably lead to unhappiness.
OLIVIA. Of course, _my_ first marriage wasn't a happy one.
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