OLIVIA.  If he draws round clouds in future, George, will you let him marry Dinah?

GEORGE.  What—­what?  Yes, of course, you would be on his side—­all this Futuristic nonsense.  I’m just taking these clouds as an example.  I suppose I can see as well as any man in the county, and I say that clouds aren’t triangular.

BRIAN.  After all, sir, at my age one is naturally experimenting, and trying to find one’s (with a laugh)—­well, it sounds priggish, but one’s medium of expression.  I shall find out what I want to do directly, but I think I shall always be able to earn enough to live on.  Well, I have for the last three years.

GEORGE.  I see, and now you want to experiment with a wife, and you propose to start experimenting with my niece?

BRIAN (with a shrug).  Well, of course, if you—­

OLIVIA.  You could help the experiment, darling, by giving Dinah a good allowance until she’s twenty-one.

GEORGE.  Help the experiment!  I don’t want to help the experiment.

OLIVIA (apologetically).  Oh, I thought you did.

GEORGE.  You will talk as if I was made of money.  What with taxes always going up and rents always going down, it’s as much as we can do to rub along as we are, without making allowances to everybody who thinks she wants to get married. (to BRIAN) And that’s thanks to you, my friend.

BRIAN (surprised) To me?

OLIVIA.  You never told me, darling.  What’s Brian been doing?

DINAH (indignantly).  He hasn’t been doing anything.

GEORGE.  He’s one of your Socialists who go turning the country upside down.

OLIVIA.  But even Socialists must get married sometimes.

GEORGE.  I don’t see any necessity.

OLIVIA.  But you’d have nobody to damn after dinner, darling, if they all died out.

BRIAN.  Really, sir, I don’t see what my politics and my art have got to do with it.  I’m perfectly ready not to talk about either when I’m in your house, and as Dinah doesn’t seem to object to them—­

DINAH.  I should think she doesn’t.

GEORGE.  Oh, you can get round the women, I daresay.

BRIAN.  Well, it’s Dinah I want to marry and live with.  So what it really comes to is that you don’t think I can support a wife.

GEORGE.  Well, if you’re going to do it by selling pictures, I don’t think you can.

BRIAN.  All right, tell me how much you want me to earn in a year, and I’ll earn it.

GEORGE (hedging).  It isn’t merely a question of money.  I just mention that as one thing—­one of the important things.  In addition to that, I think you are both too young to marry.  I don’t think you know your own minds, and I am not at all persuaded that, with what I venture to call your outrageous tastes, you and my niece will live happily together.  Just because she thinks she loves you, Dinah may persuade herself now that she agrees with all you say and do, but she has been properly brought up in an honest English country household, and—­er—­she—­well, in short, I cannot at all approve of any engagement between you.  (Getting up) Olivia, if this Mr.—­er—­Pim comes, I shall be down at the farm.  You might send him along to me.