. Can't say I see much in this
new-fangled stuff. If a man can paint, why can't he paint like--like
Rubens or--or Reynolds?
OLIVIA. I suppose we all have our own styles. Brian will find his
directly. Of course, he's only just beginning. . . .
GEORGE. But they think a lot of him, what?
OLIVIA. Oh yes!
GEORGE. H'm! . . . Good-looking fellow. (There is rather a longer silence
this time, GEORGE continues to hope that he is appearing casual and
unconcerned. He stands looking at OLIVIA'S work for a moment.)
GEORGE. Nearly finished 'em?
OLIVIA. Very nearly. Are my scissors there?
GEORGE (looking round). Scissors?
OLIVIA. Ah, here they are. . . .
GEORGE. Where are you going to put 'em?
OLIVIA (as if really wondering). I don't quite know. . . . I _had_
thought of this room, but--I'm not quite sure.
GEORGE. Brighten the room up a bit.
OLIVIA. Yes. . . .
GEORGE (walking over to the present curtains). H'm. They _are_ a bit
faded.
OLIVIA (shaking out hers, and looking at them critically). Sometimes I
think I love them, and sometimes I'm not quite sure.
GEORGE. Best way is to hang 'em up and see how you like 'em then.
Always take 'em down again.
OLIVIA. That's rather a good idea, George!
GEORGE. Best way.
OLIVIA. Yes. . . . I think we might do that. . . . The only thing is--(she
hesitates).
GEORGE. What?
OLIVIA. Well, the carpet and the chairs, and the cushions and things--
GEORGE. What about 'em?
OLIVIA. Well, if we had new curtains--
GEORGE. You'd want a new carpet, eh?
OLIVIA (doubtfully). Y--yes. Well, new chair-covers anyhow.
GEORGE. H'm. . . . Well, why not?
OLIVIA. Oh, but--
GEORGE (with an awkward laugh). We're not so hard up as all that, you
know.
OLIVIA. No, I suppose not. (Thoughtfully) I suppose it would mean that
I should have to go up to London for them. That's rather a nuisance.
GEORGE (extremely casual). Oh, I don't know. We might go up together
one day.
OLIVIA. Well, of course if we _were_ up--for anything else--we could
just look about us, and see if we could find what we want.
GEORGE. That's what I meant.
(There is another silence. GEORGE is wondering whether to come to
closer quarters with the great question.)
OLIVIA. Oh, by the way, George--
GEORGE. Yes?
OLIVIA (innocently). I told Brian, and I expect he'll tell Dinah, that
Mr. Pim had made a mistake about the name.
GEORGE (astonished). You told Brian that Mr. Pim--
OLIVIA.
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