Well, the carpet and the chairs, and the cushions and things--
GEORGE. What about 'em?
OLIVIA. Well, if we had new curtains--
GEORGE. You'd want a new carpet, eh?
OLIVIA (doubtfully). Y--yes. Well, new chair-covers anyhow.
GEORGE. H'm. . . . Well, why not?
OLIVIA. Oh, but--
GEORGE (with an awkward laugh). We're not so hard up as all that, you
know.
OLIVIA. No, I suppose not. (Thoughtfully) I suppose it would mean that
I should have to go up to London for them. That's rather a nuisance.
GEORGE (extremely casual). Oh, I don't know. We might go up together
one day.
OLIVIA. Well, of course if we _were_ up--for anything else--we could
just look about us, and see if we could find what we want.
GEORGE. That's what I meant.
(There is another silence. GEORGE is wondering whether to come to
closer quarters with the great question.)
OLIVIA. Oh, by the way, George--
GEORGE. Yes?
OLIVIA (innocently). I told Brian, and I expect he'll tell Dinah, that
Mr. Pim had made a mistake about the name.
GEORGE (astonished). You told Brian that Mr. Pim--
OLIVIA. Yes--I told him that the whole thing was a mistake. It seemed
the simplest way.
GEORGE. Olivia! Then you mean that Brian and Dinah think that--that we
have been married all the time?
OLIVIA.
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