Anne (seeing Dinah). Oh, I didn't see you, Miss Dinah!
Pim. Out! Eh? Dear! Dear!
Dinah, It's all right, Anne. (Rising.) I'm looking after Mr. Pim.
Anne. Very well, Miss.
Pim (sotto voce). Out! Oh, well, I'd better go–
(Exit Anne up staircase B.)
Dinah (excitedly). That's me. (Running up to foot of staircase and watching Anne off.) They can't discuss me in the library without breaking down–(coming down R. and imitating George and Brian)–so they're walking up and down outside, and slashing at the thistles in order to conceal their emotion. You know. I expect Brian–(Crossing up to R. of window.)
Pim (rising, calling). Miss Marden! Miss Marden! (Looking at his watch.) Yes, I think, Miss Marden, I had better go now and return a little later. I have a telegram which I want to send, and perhaps by the time I come back your uncle will be able–
Dinah (coming to Pim). Oh, but how disappointing of you, when we were getting on together so nicely! And it was just going to be your turn to tell me all about yourself.
Pim. I have really nothing to tell, Miss Marden. I have a letter of introduction to your uncle, who in turn will give me, I hope, a letter to a certain distinguished man whom it is necessary for me to meet. That is all. (Holding out his hand.) And now, Miss Marden, I really think I'd better be going.