Nobody, thank Heaven.
DINAH. Well, that's rather disappointing of you. I saw myself
fascinating your aged father at the same time that you were
fascinating George. I should have done it much better than you. As a
George-fascinator you aren't very successful, sweetheart.
BRIAN. What am I like as a Dinah-fascinator?
DINAH. Plus six, darling.
BRIAN. Then I'll stick to that and leave George to Olivia.
DINAH. I expect she'll manage him all right. I have great faith in
Olivia. But you'll marry me, anyhow, won't you, Brian?
BRIAN. I will.
DINAH. Even if we have to wait till I'm twenty-one?
BRIAN. Even if we have to wait till you're fifty-one.
DINAH (holding out her hands to him). Darling!
BRIAN (uneasily). I say, don't do that.
DINAH. Why not?
BRIAN. Well, I promised I wouldn't kiss you.
DINAH. Oh! . . . Well, you might just _send_ me a kiss. You can look the
other way as if you didn't know I was here.
BRIAN. Like this?
(He looks the other way, kisses the tips of his fingers, and flicks it
carelessly in her direction.)
DINAH. That was a lovely one. Now here's one coming for you.
(He catches it gracefully and conveys it to his mouth.)
BRIAN (with a low bow). Madam, I thank you.
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