(Looking for them) Sir Brian Strange, R.A., looks for
scissors. (Finding them) Aha! Once more we must record an unqualified
success for the eminent Academician. Your scissors.
OLIVIA. Thank you so much.
DINAH. Come on, Brian, let's go out. I feel open-airy.
OLIVIA. Don't be late for lunch, there's good people. Lady Marden is
coming.
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.
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