Dinah (taking his arm and hading him up stage C. to L.). Oh, I'll start you on your way to the post office.
Pim. Will you? Now, that's really very kind of you.
Dinah. No, it isn't.
Pim. Oh, but it is! You're a very kind little girl.
Dinah. I want to know if you're married–
Pim. Oh, no, I'm not married.
Dinah.–and all that sort of thing. You've got heaps to tell me, Mr. Pim. Have you got your hat? (Pim shows his hat.) Oh yes! That's right.
(Brian Strange comes in from window up R. He is what George calls a damned futuristic painter chap, aged 24. To look at he is a very pleasant boy, rather untidily dressed. He is about to tell Dinah the result of his interview with George when he catches sight of Pim.)
Then we'll–hullo, here's Brian! (Crossing below and to his R. seizing him.) Brian, this is Mr. Pim! Mr. Carraway Pim. He's been telling me all about himself.
Pim. I haven't said a word. I never opened my mouth.