DINAH. Aunt Juli-ah! Help! (She faints in BRIAN"S arms) That means a clean pinafore. Brian, you"ll jolly well have to brush your hair.
BRIAN (feeling it). I suppose there"s no time now to go up to London and get it cut?
[Enter ANNE, followed by PIM.
ANNE. Mr. Pim!
DINAH (delighted). Hullo, Mr. Pim! Here we are again! You can"t get rid of us so easily, you see.
PIM. I--er--dear Miss Marden--
OLIVIA. How do you do, Mr. Pim? I can"t get up, but do come and sit down. My husband will be here in a minute. Anne, send somebody down to the farm--
ANNE. I think I heard the Master in the library, madam.
OLIVIA. Oh, will you tell him then?
ANNE. Yes, madam.
[ANNE goes out.
OLIVIA. You"ll stay to lunch, of course, Mr. Pim?
DINAH. Oh, do!
PIM. It"s very kind of you, Mrs. Marden, but--
DINAH. Oh, you simply must, Mr. Pim. You haven"t told us half enough about yourself yet. I want to hear all about your early life.
OLIVIA. Dinah!
PIM. Oh, we are almost, I might say, old friends, Mrs. Marden.
DINAH. Of course we are. He knows Brian, too. There"s more in Mr. Pim than you think. You _will_ stay to lunch, won"t you?
PIM. It"s very kind of you to ask me, Mrs. Marden, but I am lunching with the Trevors.
OLIVIA. Oh, well, you must come to lunch another day.
DINAH. The reason why we like Mr. Pim so much is that he was the first person to congratulate us. We feel that he is going to have a great influence on our lives.
PIM (to OLIVIA). I, so to speak, stumbled on the engagement this morning and--er--
OLIVIA. I see. Children, you must go and tidy yourselves up. Run along.
BRIAN. Sir Brian and Lady Strange never run; they walk. (Offering his arm) Madam!
DINAH (taking it). Au revoir, Mr. Pim. (Dramatically) We--shall--meet--_again_!
PIM (chuckling). Good morning, Miss Dinah.
BRIAN. Good morning.
[He and DINAH go out.
OLIVIA. You must forgive them, Mr. Pim. They"re such children. And naturally they"re rather excited just now.
PIM. Oh, not at all, Mrs. Marden.
OLIVIA. Of course you won"t say anything about their engagement. We only heard about it five minutes ago, and nothing has been settled yet.
PIM. Of course, of course!
[Enter GEORGE.
GEORGE. Ah, Mr. Pim, we meet at last. Sorry to have kept you waiting before.
PIM. The apology should come from me, Mr. Marden for having--er--
GEORGE. Not at all. Very glad to meet you now. Any friend of Brymer"s.
You want a letter to this man Fanshawe?
OLIVIA. Shall I be in your way at all?
PIM. Oh, no, no, please don"t.
GEORGE. It"s only just a question of a letter. (Going to his desk) Fanshawe will put you in the way of seeing all that you want to see.
He"s a very old friend of mine. (Taking a sheet of notepaper) You"ll stay to lunch, of course?
PIM. I"m afraid I am lunching with the Trevors--
GEORGE. Oh, well, they"ll look after you all right. Good chap, Trevor.
PIM (to OLIVIA). You see, Mrs. Marden, I have only recently arrived from Australia after travelling about the world for some years, and I"m rather out of touch with my--er--fellow-workers in London.
OLIVIA. Oh yes. You"ve been in Australia, Mr. Pim?
GEORGE (disliking Australia). I shan"t be a moment, Mr. Pim. (He frowns at OLIVIA.)
PIM. Oh, that"s all right, thank you. (to OLIVIA) Oh yes, I have been in Australia more than once in the last few years.
OLIVIA. Really? I used to live at Sydney many years ago. Do you know Sydney at all?
GEORGE (detesting Sydney). H"r"m! Perhaps I"d better mention that you are a friend of the Trevors?
PIM. Thank you, thank you. (to OLIVIA) Indeed yes, I spent several months in Sydney.
OLIVIA. How curious. I wonder if we have any friends in common there.