Of course not, George! What would the County--I mean
Heaven--I mean the Law--I mean, of _course_ not! Besides, it's so
unnecessary. If I decide to accept you, of _course_ I shall marry you.
GEORGE. Quite so. And if you--ah--decide to refuse me? What will you
do?
OLIVIA. Nothing.
GEORGE. Meaning by that?
OLIVIA. Just that, George. I shall stay here--just as before. I like
this house. It wants a little re-decorating perhaps, but I do like it,
George. . . . Yes, I shall be quite happy here.
GEORGE. I see. You will continue to live down here--in spite of what
you said just now about the immorality of it.
OLIVIA (surprised). But there's nothing immoral in a widow living
alone in a big country house, with perhaps the niece of a friend of
hers staying with her, just to keep her company.
GEORGE (sarcastic). And what shall _I_ be doing, when you've so very
kindly taken possession of my house for me?
OLIVIA. I don't know, George. Travelling, I expect. You could come
down sometimes with a chaperone. I suppose there would be nothing
wrong in that.
GEORGE (indignant). Thank you! And what if I refuse to be turned out
of my house?
OLIVIA. Then, seeing that we can't _both_ be in it, it looks as though
you'd have to turn _me_ out.
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