ANNE. Mr. Pim!
DINAH (delighted). Hullo, Mr. Pim! Here we are again! You can't get rid of us so easily, you see.
PIM. I—er—dear Miss Marden—
OLIVIA. How do you do, Mr. Pim? I can't get up, but do come and sit down. My husband will be here in a minute. Anne, send somebody down to the farm—
ANNE. I think I heard the Master in the library, madam.
OLIVIA. Oh, will you tell him then?
ANNE. Yes, madam.
[ANNE goes out.
OLIVIA. You'll stay to lunch, of course, Mr. Pim?
DINAH. Oh, do!