I haven't said anything yet. But I daresay I shall think of
something.
DINAH (disappointedly). Oh!
BRIAN (making the best of it). After all, Dinah, I'm going back to
London to-morrow--
OLIVIA. You can be good for one more day, Dinah, and then when Brian
isn't here, we'll see what we can do.
DINAH. Yes, but I didn't want him to go back to-morrow.
BRIAN (sternly). Must. Hard work before me. Earn thousands a year.
Paint the Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey, life-size, including chains
of office; paint slice of haddock on plate. Copy Landseer for old
gentleman in Bayswater. Design antimacassar for middle-aged sofa in
Streatham. Earn a living for you, Dinah.
DINAH (giggling). Oh, Brian, you're heavenly. What fun we shall have
when we're married.
BRIAN (stiffly). Sir Brian Strange, R.A., if you please, Miss Marden.
Sir Brian Strange, R.A., writes: "Your Sanogene has proved a most
excellent tonic. After completing the third acre of my Academy picture
'The Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey' I was completely exhausted, but
one bottle of Sanogene revived me, and I finished the remaining seven
acres at a single sitting."
OLIVIA (looking about her). Brian, find my scissors for me.
BRIAN. Scissors.
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