DINAH. Oh, not old!
PIM (chuckling happily). Well, a middle-aged man—to wish you both every happiness in the years that you have before you. Good-bye, good-bye.
[He disappears gently through the windows.
DINAH. Brian, he'll get lost if he goes that way.
BRIAN (going to the windows and calling after him). Round to the left, sir. . . . That's right. (He comes back into the room) Rum old bird. Who is he?
DINAH. Darling, you haven't kissed me yet.
BRIAN (taking her in his arms). I oughtn't to, but then one never ought to do the nice things.
DINAH. Why oughtn't you?
(They sit on the sofa together.)
BRIAN. Well, we said we'd be good until we'd told your uncle and aunt all about it. You see, being a guest in their house——