If they are attracted
to each other, it is a mere outward attraction which I am convinced
will not lead to any lasting happiness. That must be regarded as my
last word in the matter, Olivia. If this Mr.--er--what was his name,
comes, I shall be down at the farm.
[He goes out by the door.
(Left alone, OLIVIA brings out her curtains again, and gets calmly to
work upon them.)
(DINAH and BRIAN come in by the windows.)
DINAH. Finished?
OLIVIA. Oh no, I've got all these rings to put on.
DINAH. I meant talking to George.
BRIAN. We walked about outside--
DINAH. Until we heard him _not_ talking to you any more--
BRIAN. And we didn't kiss each other once.
DINAH. Brian was very George-like. He wouldn't even let me tickle the
back of his neck. (She goes up suddenly to OLIVIA and kneels by her
and kisses her) Darling, being George-like is a very nice thing to
be--I mean a nice thing for other people to be--I mean--oh, you know
what I mean. But say that he's going to be decent about it.
OLIVIA. Of course he is, Dinah.
BRIAN. You mean he'll let me come here as--as--
DINAH. As my young man?
OLIVIA. Oh, I think so.
DINAH. Olivia, you're a wonder. Have you really talked him round?
OLIVIA.
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