).
DINAH. Hullo, there's Mr. Pim. (_To_ BRIAN.)
PIM (_nervously looking at the door in case_ MR. MARDEN _should
come in_). Yes, yes I--er--
DINAH. Oh, Mr. Pim, you mustn't run away without even saying
how-do-you-do! Are you staying to tea?
PIM (_looking off at staircase nervously_). I'm afraid I--
OLIVIA. Mr. Pim has to hurry away, Dinah. You mustn't keep him.
DINAH. Well, but you'll come back again?
PIM. I fear that I am only a passer-by, Miss--er--Dinah.
OLIVIA. You can take Mr. Pim as far as the gate.
PIM (_gratefully to_ OLIVIA). Thank you. (_With nervous look
at staircase R., he edges towards the windows._) If you would
be so kind, Miss Dinah--.
DINAH (_taking his arm_). Come along then, Mr. Pim.
BRIAN. I'll catch you up.
DINAH (_taking him up L._). I want to hear all about your first wife.
PIM. Oh, but I haven't got a first wife.
DINAH. You haven't really told me anything yet.
(_They go off up L._)
BRIAN. I'll catch you up.
(OLIVIA _resumes her work, and_ BRIAN _crosses down to foot of
table L.C., and sits on it._)
BRIAN (_awkwardly_). I just wanted to say, if you don't think it cheek,
that I'm--I'm on your side, if I may be and if I can help you at all,
I shall be very proud of being allowed to.
OLIVIA (_looking up at him and taking his hand_). Brian, you dear,
that's sweet of you. But it's quite all right now, you know.
BRIAN. What?
OLIVIA. Yes, that's what Mr.
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