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.

OLIVIA (lovingly).  George!

(She holds up her cheek to him.  He kisses it, and then suddenly takes her in his arms.)

GEORGE.  Don’t ever leave me, old girl.

OLIVIA (affectionately).  Don’t ever send me away, old boy.

GEORGE (fervently).  I won’t. . . . (Awkwardly) I—­I don’t think I would have, you know.  I—­I—­

(DINAH and BRIAN appear at the windows, having seen MR. PIM safely off.)

DINAH (surprised).  Oo, I say!

(GEORGE hastily moves away.)

GEORGE.  Hallo!

DINAH (going up impetuously to him).  Give me one, too, George; Brian won’t mind.

BRIAN.  Really, Dinah, you are the limit.

GEORGE (formally, but enjoying it).  Do you mind, Mr. Strange?

BRIAN (a little uncomfortably).  Oh, I say, sir—­

GEORGE.  We’ll risk it, Dinah. (He kisses her.)

DINAH (triumphantly to BRIAN).  Did you notice that one?  That wasn’t just an ordinary affectionate kiss.  It was a special bless—­you—­my—­children one. (to GEORGE) Wasn’t it?

OLIVIA.  You do talk nonsense, darling.

DINAH.  Well, I’m so happy, now that Mr. Pim has relented about your first husband—­

(GEORGE catches OLIVIA’S eye and smiles; she smiles back; but they are different smiles.)

GEORGE (the actor).  Yes, yes, stupid fellow Pim, what?

BRIAN.  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.