Pim. Oh, no, no, please don't.
George. Oh, no. It's only just a question of a letter. Fanshawe will put you in the way of seeing all that you want to see. (Crossing up to writing-table, sits.) He's a very old friend of mine. (Taking a sheet of notepaper and turning in chair to Pim.) You'll stay to lunch, of course?
Pim. It's very kind of you, but I'm lunching with the Trevors. (Sits settee R. and puts down his hat and gloves.)
George. Ah, well, they'll look after you all right. Good chap, Trevor.
Pim. Oh, very good ... very good. (To Olivia.) You see, Mrs. Marden, I have only recently arrived from Australia–(Olivia stops in her sewing and George looks up)–after travelling about the world for some years, and I'm rather out of touch with my–er–fellow-workers in London.
Olivia. I see! You've been in Australia, Mr. Pim?
Pim. Oh, yes, I——
George (after a loud cough). Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Pim. I shan't be a moment.
Pim. Oh, that's all right, thank you. (To Olivia.) Oh, yes, I have been in Australia more than once in the last few years.
Olivia. Really? I used to live at Sydney many years ago. Do you know Sydney at all?