Absolute idiot.
DINAH.--And now that George has relented about _my_ first husband.
GEORGE. You get on much too quickly, young woman. (to BRIAN) So you
want to marry my Dinah, eh?
BRIAN (with a smile). Well, I do rather, sir.
DINAH (hastily). Not at once, of course, George. We want to be engaged
for a long time first, and write letters to each other, and tell each
other how much we love each other, and sit next to each other when we
go out to dinner.
GEORGE (to OLIVIA). Well, _that_ sounds fairly harmless, I think.
OLIVIA (smiling). I think so. . . .
GEORGE (to BRIAN). Then you'd better have a talk with me--er--Brian.
BRIAN. Thank you very much, sir.
GEORGE. Well, come along then. (Looking at his watch) I am going up to
town after tea, so we'd better--
DINAH. I say! Are you going to London?
GEORGE (with the smile of the conspirator). A little business. Never
you mind, young lady.
DINAH (calmly). All right. Only, bring me back something nice.
GEORGE (to BRIAN). Shall we walk down and look at the pigs?
BRIAN. Righto!
OLIVIA. Don't go far, dear. I may want you in a moment.
GEORGE. All right, darling, we'll be on the terrace.
[They go out together.
DINAH. Brian and George always try to discuss me in front of the pigs.
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