So tactless of them. Are you going to London, too, darling?
OLIVIA. To-morrow morning.
DINAH. What are you going to do in London?
OLIVIA. Oh, shopping, and--one or two little things.
DINAH. With George?
OLIVIA. Yes. . . .
DINAH. I say, wasn't it lovely about Pim?
OLIVIA. Lovely?
DINAH. Yes; he told me all about it. Making such a hash of things, I
mean.
OLIVIA (innocently). Did he make a hash of things?
DINAH. Well, I mean keeping on coming like that. And if you look at it
all round--well, for all he had to say, he needn't really have come at
all.
OLIVIA (smiling to herself). I shouldn't quite say that, Dinah. (She
stands up and shakes out the curtains.)
DINAH. I say, aren't they jolly?
OLIVIA (demurely). I'm so glad everybody likes them. Tell George I'm
ready, will you?
DINAH. I say, is _he_ going to hang them up for you?
OLIVIA. Well, I thought he could reach best.
DINAH. Righto! What fun! (At the windows) George! George! (to OLIVIA)
Brian is just telling George about the five shillings he's got in the
Post Office. . . . George!
GEORGE (from the terrace). Coming!
(He hurries in, the model husband, BRIAN follows.)
OLIVIA. Oh, George, just hang these up for me, will you?
GEORGE.
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