Brian, my young man, the well-known painter--only nobody has ever
heard of him--he's smoking a pipe with George in the library and
asking for his niece's hand. Isn't it exciting? You're really rather
lucky, Mr. Pim--I mean being told so soon. Even Olivia doesn't know
yet.
PIM (getting up). Yes, yes. I congratulate you, Miss Marden. Perhaps
it would be better----
[ANNE comes in.
ANNE. Mr. Marden is out at the moment, sir---- Oh, I didn't see you,
Miss Dinah.
DINAH. It's all right, Anne. _I'm_ looking after Mr. Pim.
ANNE. Yes, Miss.
[She goes out.
DINAH (excitedly). That's me. They can't discuss me in the library
without breaking down, so they're walking up and down outside, and
slashing at the thistles in order to conceal their emotion. _You_
know. I expect Brian----
PIM (looking at his watch). Yes, I think, Miss Marden, I had better go
now and return a little later. I have a telegram which I want to send,
and perhaps by the time I came back----
DINAH. Oh, but how disappointing of you, when we were getting on
together so nicely. And it was just going to be your turn to tell me
all about _your_self.
PIM. I have really nothing to tell, Miss Marden. I have a letter of
introduction to Mr.
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