Oh, does _he_--
OLIVIA. Who's Mr. Pim?
DINAH. Oh, he just happened--I say, are those _the_ curtains? Then
you're going to have them after all?
OLIVIA (with an air of surprise). After all what? But I decided on
them long ago. (to BRIAN) You haven't told George yet?
BRIAN. I began to, you know, but I never got any farther than
"Er--there's just--er--"
DINAH. George _would_ talk about pigs all the time.
OLIVIA. Well, I suppose you want me to help you.
DINAH. Do, darling.
BRIAN. It would be awfully decent of you. Of course, I'm not quite his
sort really--
DINAH. You're _my_ sort.
BRIAN. But I don't think he objects to me, and--
(GEORGE comes in, a typical, narrow-minded, honest country gentleman
of forty odd.)
GEORGE (at the windows). What's all this about a Mr. Pim? (He kicks
some of the mud off his boots) Who is he? Where is he? I had most
important business with Lumsden, and the girl comes down and cackles
about a Mr. Pim, or Ping, or something. Where did I put his card?
(Bringing it out) Carraway Pim. Never heard of him in my life.
DINAH. He said he had a letter of introduction, Uncle George.
GEORGE. Oh, _you_ saw him, did you? Yes, that reminds me, there _was_
a letter--(he brings it out and reads it).
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