I suppose we all have our own styles. Brian will find his
directly. Of course, he's only just beginning. . . .
GEORGE. But they think a lot of him, what?
OLIVIA. Oh yes!
GEORGE. H'm! . . . Good-looking fellow. (There is rather a longer silence
this time, GEORGE continues to hope that he is appearing casual and
unconcerned. He stands looking at OLIVIA'S work for a moment.)
GEORGE. Nearly finished 'em?
OLIVIA. Very nearly. Are my scissors there?
GEORGE (looking round). Scissors?
OLIVIA. Ah, here they are. . . .
GEORGE. Where are you going to put 'em?
OLIVIA (as if really wondering). I don't quite know. . . . I _had_
thought of this room, but--I'm not quite sure.
GEORGE. Brighten the room up a bit.
OLIVIA. Yes. . . .
GEORGE (walking over to the present curtains). H'm. They _are_ a bit
faded.
OLIVIA (shaking out hers, and looking at them critically). Sometimes I
think I love them, and sometimes I'm not quite sure.
GEORGE. Best way is to hang 'em up and see how you like 'em then.
Always take 'em down again.
OLIVIA. That's rather a good idea, George!
GEORGE. Best way.
OLIVIA. Yes. . . . I think we might do that. . . . The only thing is--(she
hesitates).
GEORGE. What?
OLIVIA.
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