ANNE, I think I heard the Master in the library, madam. OLIVIA. Oh, will you tell him then? ANNE. Yes, madam, (ANNE _goes out up staircase_.) OLIVIA. You'll stay to lunch, of course, Mr. Pim? DINAH (_coming down_ C. _to_ R.) Oh, do! PIM. It's very kind of you, Mrs. Marden, but----- DINAH. Oh, you simply must, Mr. Pim. You haven't told us half enough about yourself yet. I want to hear all about your early life. OLIVIA. Dinah! (DINAH _sits at piano and plays thirty-two bars of "If you could only care."_) PIM. Oh, we are almost, I might say, old friends, Mrs. Marden. (BRIAN _comes down and kneels on settee_ R., _listening to_ DINAH _playing_.) DINAH. Of course we are. He knows Brian, too. There's more in Mr. Pim than you think. You will stay to lunch, won't you? PIM. (_sits on stool_ L.C.) It's very kind of you to ask me, Mrs. Marden, but I am lunching with the Trevors. OLIVIA. Oh, well, you must come to lunch another day. PIM. Oh, thank you, thank you. DINAH. The reason why we like Mr. Pim so much is that he was the first person to congratulate us. We feel that he is going to have a great influence on our lives. PIM. (_to_ OLIVIA). I, so to speak, stumbled on the engagement this morning, and--er-- OLIVIA. I see. Children, you must go and tidy yourselves up. Run along. BRIAN. Sir Brian and Lady Strange never run; they walk. (DINAH _stops playing_.) (_Offering his_ R. _arm and bowing_.) Madam! (DINAH _curtsies and takes his arm and they go up_ C.) (DINAH _takes mincing steps and playfully shakes her hand at_ MR. PIM, _who is amused_.) DINAH. Au revoir, Mr. Pim. (_Dramatically_.) We--shall--meet--_again_! (PIM. _laughing heartily, rises and bows_.) (BRIAN _and_ DINAH _go out through the window up_ C. _to_ L.) OLIVIA. You must forgive them, Mr. Pim. They're such children. And naturally they're rather excited just now. PIM. Oh, naturally, naturally! OLIVIA. Of course you won't say anything about their engagement. We only heard about it five minutes ago, and nothing has been settled yet. PIM. Of course, of course! (_Enter_ GEORGE _from staircase up_ R.) GEORGE. Ah, Mr. Pim, we meet at last. Sorry to have kept you waiting before. (_Shaking hands_.) How are you? How are you? 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. Oh, no. It's only just a question of a letter. Fanshawe will put you in the way of seeing all that you want to see. (_Crossing up to writing-table, sits_.) He's a very old friend of mine. (_Taking a sheet of notepaper and turning in chair to_ PIM.) You'll stay to lunch, of course? PIM. It's very kind of you, but I'm lunching with the Trevors. (_Sits settee R. and puts down his hat and gloves_.) GEORGE. Ah, well, they'll look after you all right. Good chap, Trevor.