George. Olivia! Olivia! My darling!
(She rises. He crosses to her and takes her in his arms.)
(Anne enters from double doors R.)
Anne. Mr. Pim is here, sir.
Olivia (prompting him). Mr. Pim, dear.
George (emerging from the struggle with an effort). Pim? Pim? Oh, ah, yes, of course. (Crossing up to Anne.) Mr. Pim. (Looking up.) Where have you put him?
Olivia. I want to see Mr. Pim, too, George.
Lady Marden (coming down C. to R. of table L.C.). Who on earth is Mr. Pim?
Olivia. Show him in here, Anne. (George comes back to C.)
Anne. Yes, madam.