GEORGE. Ah, Mr. Pim, we meet at last. Sorry to have kept you waiting before.
PIM. The apology should come from me, Mr. Marden for having—er—
GEORGE. Not at all. Very glad to meet you now. Any friend of Brymer's. You want a letter to this man Fanshawe?
OLIVIA. Shall I be in your way at all?
PIM. Oh, no, no, please don't.
GEORGE. It's only just a question of a letter. (Going to his desk) Fanshawe will put you in the way of seeing all that you want to see. He's a very old friend of mine. (Taking a sheet of notepaper) You'll stay to lunch, of course?
PIM. I'm afraid I am lunching with the Trevors—
GEORGE. Oh, well, they'll look after you all right. Good chap, Trevor.
PIM (to OLIVIA). You see, Mrs. Marden, I have only recently arrived from Australia after travelling about the world for some years, and I'm rather out of touch with my—er—fellow-workers in London.
OLIVIA. Oh yes. You've been in Australia, Mr. Pim?