Pim (following her down). Well, no, Miss–er–Dinah.
Dinah (nodding). That's right. I can see I shan't have to speak to you again. Now tell me your name, and I bet you I get it right first time. And do sit down.
Pim (crossing to L. and sitting on settee L.). Thank you. My name is–er–Pim, Carraway Pim–
Dinah. Pim, that's easy.
Pim. And I have a letter of introduction to your father–
Dinah (rising and crossing to R. of table L.C. and speaking across same). Oh, no; now you're going wrong again, Mr. Pim. George isn't my father; he's my uncle. Uncle George–he doesn't like me calling him George. Olivia doesn't mind–I mean she doesn't mind being called Olivia, but George is rather touchy. (Sitting on table, facing Pim.) You see, he's been my guardian since I was about two, and then about five years ago he married a widow called Mrs. Telworthy.
Pim (repeating). Mrs. Telworthy.
Dinah. That's Olivia–so she became my Aunt Olivia, only she lets me drop the Aunt. (Speaking very sharply.) Get that?
Pim (a little alarmed). I–I think so, Miss Marden.
Dinah (admiringly). I say, you are quick, Mr. Pim. Well, if you take my advice, when you've finished your business with George, you will hang about a bit and see if you can't see Olivia. (Rising and moving C.) She's simply–(feeling for the word)–devastating. I don't wonder George fell in love with her.