BRIAN (_feeling it_). I suppose there's no time now to go up to London
and get it cut?
(_Enter_ ANNE _from stairs up R. and comes to foot of staircase, followed
by_ PIM, _who comes half-way down the stairs_.)
ANNE. Mr. Pim!
DINAH (_delighted_). Hullo. Mr. Pim! (_Imitating a clown_.) Here we are
again! You can't get rid of us so easily, you see.
PIM. I--er--dear Miss Marden----(_Crosses down to_ C.)
OLIVIA. How-do-you-do, Mr. Pim? I can't get up, but do come and sit down
(PIM _shakes hands with_ OLIVIA.) 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 up staircase_.)
OLIVIA. You'll stay to lunch, of course, Mr. Pim?
DINAH (_coming down_ C. _to_ R.) 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!
(DINAH _sits at piano and plays thirty-two bars of "If you could only
care."_)
PIM. Oh, we are almost, I might say, old friends, Mrs. Marden.
(BRIAN _comes down and kneels on settee_ R., _listening to_ DINAH
_playing_.)
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. (_sits on stool_ L.
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