Yes . . . They both think so now.
GEORGE (coming close to her). Olivia, does that mean that you _are_
thinking of marrying me?
OLIVIA. At your old Registry Office?
GEORGE (eagerly). Yes!
OLIVIA. To-morrow?
GEORGE. Yes!
OLIVIA. Do you want me to _very_ much?
GEORGE. My darling, you know I do!
OLIVIA (a little apprehensive). We should have to do it very quietly.
GEORGE. Of course, darling. Nobody need know at all. We don't _want_
anybody to know. And now that you've put Brian and Dinah off the
scent, by telling them that Mr. Pim made a mistake--(He breaks off,
and says admiringly) That was very clever of you, Olivia. I should
never have thought of that.
OLIVIA (innocently). No, darling. . . . You don't think it was wrong,
George?
GEORGE (his verdict). An innocent deception . . . perfectly harmless.
OLIVIA. Yes, dear, that was what I thought about--about what I was
doing.
GEORGE. Then you will come to-morrow? (She nods.) And if we happen to
see the carpet, or anything that you want--
OLIVIA. Oh, what fun!
GEORGE (beaming). And a wedding lunch at the Carlton, what? (She nods
eagerly.) And--and a bit of a honeymoon in Paris?
OLIVIA. Oh, George!
GEORGE (hungrily). Give us a kiss, old girl.
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