(Moving to above piano R., looking at photos, etc.)
Pim (rising and looking at his watch and coming C.). It's only the merest matter of business–just a few words with your uncle–Perhaps I'd better...
Dinah (looking at photo on top end of piano). Well, you must please yourself, Mr. Pim. I'm just giving you a friendly word of advice. Naturally, I was awfully glad to get such a magnificent aunt. (Moving down to L. of piano and taking up and looking at photo of Olivia.) Because, after all, marriage is rather a toss up, isn't it?–
Pim (taken aback). Well, I don't, know, I haven't had any experience...
Dinah (continuing). And George might have gone off with anybody. (Moving to Pim.) It's different on the stage, where guardians always marry their wards, but George couldn't marry me because I'm his niece. Mind you, I don't say that I should have had him, because, between ourselves, he's a little bit old-fashioned.
Pim. So he married–er–Mrs. Marden instead.
Dinah. Mrs. Telworthy–don't say you've forgotten already, just when you were getting so good at names. Mrs. Telworthy. (Moves to and sits on settee R.) You see, Olivia married the Telworthy man and went to Australia with him, and he drank himself to death in the bush, or wherever you drink yourself to death out there, and Olivia came home to England, and met my uncle, and he fell in love with her and proposed to her–(rises and kneels on settee)–and he came into my room that night–I was about fourteen–and turned on the light and said, "Dinah, how would you like to have a beautiful aunt of your very own?" (Pim laughs.) And I said: "Congratulations, George." (Pim laughs again.) That was the first time I called him George. Of course, I'd seen it coming for weeks. Telworthy, isn't it a funny name?
Pim. Oh, a most curious name–Telworthy. From Australia, you say?
Dinah. Yes, I always say that he's probably still alive, and will turn up here one morning and annoy George.
Pim (shocked). Oh!