DINAH. And yet there's something about you, Mr. Pim, which inspires confidence. The fact is—(in a stage whisper)—I got engaged last night!
PIM. Dear me, let me congratulate you.
DINAH. I expect that's why George is keeping you such a long time. 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. Isn't it exciting? You're really rather lucky, Mr. Pim—I mean being told so soon. Even Olivia doesn't know yet.
PIM (getting up). Yes, yes. I congratulate you, Miss Marden. Perhaps it would be better——
[ANNE comes in.
ANNE. Mr. Marden is out at the moment, sir—— Oh, I didn't see you, Miss Dinah.
DINAH. It's all right, Anne. I'm looking after Mr. Pim.
ANNE. Yes, Miss.
[She goes out.
DINAH (excitedly). That's me. They can't discuss me in the library without breaking down, so they're walking up and down outside, and slashing at the thistles in order to conceal their emotion. You know. I expect Brian——