Pim (moving to L.). Oh, no. Really, you mustn't tell me.
Dinah (taking his arm). The fact is–(in a stage whisper)–I got engaged last night!
Pim. Dear me, let me congratulate you. I wish somebody would come here.
Dinah (running up to foot of staircase up R. and looking off), I expect that's why George is keeping you such a long time. (Turning to Pim.) Brian, my young man, the well-known painter–only nobody has ever heard of him–he's smoking a pipe with George in the library and asking for his niece's hand. (Coming back to Pim, and taking his hands, she dances round with him in a circle.)
(Pim falls exhausted and coughing on to settee L. and Dinah laughing sits on settee R.)
Dinah. Isn't it exciting? You're really rather lucky, Mr. Pim–I mean being told so soon. Even Olivia doesn't know yet.
Pim. Yes, yes, I congratulate you, Miss Marden. Perhaps it would be better–(About to get up.)
(Anne comes in from staircase up R. She comes to C.)
Anne. Mr. Marden is out at the moment, sir–
Dinah (disappointed). Oh!