DINAH (_taking his arm and hading him up stage_ C. _to_ L.). Oh, I'll start you on your way to the post office. PIM. Will you? Now, that's really very kind of you. DINAH. No, it isn't. PIM. Oh, but it is! You're a very kind little girl. DINAH. I want to know if you're married-- PIM. Oh, no, I'm not married. DINAH.--and all that sort of thing. You've got heaps to tell me, Mr. Pim. Have you got your hat? (PIM _shows his hat_.) Oh yes! That's right. (BRIAN STRANGE _comes in from window up_ R. _He is what_ GEORGE _calls a damned futuristic painter chap, aged 24. To look at he is a very pleasant boy, rather untidily dressed. He is about to tell_ DINAH _the result of his interview with_ GEORGE _when he catches sight of_ PIM.) Then we'll--hullo, here's Brian! (_Crossing below and to his_ R. _seizing him_.) Brian, this is Mr. Pim! Mr. Carraway Pim. He's been telling me all about himself. PIM. I haven't said a word. I never opened my mouth. DINAH. It's so interesting. He's just going to send a telegram, and then he's coming back again. Mr. Pim--(_coyly and moving down to head of settee_ R.)--this is Brian--_you_ know, BRIAN (_nodding_). How-do-you-do? PIM. How-do-you-do, sir? DINAH (_pleadingly and crossing below_ BRIAN _to_ PIM), You won't mind going to the post office by yourself now, will you? (_Coyly moving up to chair by writing-table and nervously kicking her ankle, etc_.) Because, you see, Brian and I--(_She looks lovingly at_ BRIAN.) PIM (_moved to sentiment_). Miss Dinah and Mr.--er--Brian, I have only come into your lives for a moment, and it is probable that I shall now pass out of them for ever, but perhaps you will permit an old man-- DINAH. Oh, not so old! PIM (_chuckling happily_). Not old? Well, shall we say a middle-aged man--(DINAH _nods assent_. PIM _laughs again_)--a middle-aged man to wish you both every happiness in the years that you have before you. (_Crossing in front of_ DINAH, _shakes hands with_ BRIAN.) Good-bye-- (_shaking hands with_ DINAH)--good-bye, and thank you so much. Oh, I know my way. (_Moving up_ L. _and turning to_ DINAH.) Turn to the left and down the hill? Turn to the left and down the hill. (_Exit_ PIM _up_ L. DINAH _watches him off up_ L. _on terrace and_ BRIAN _up_ R.) DINAH (_coming into the room below writing-table to_ R.C.). Brian, he'll get lost if he goes that way. BRIAN (_crossing at back of windows and calling after him up_ L.). Round to the left, sir. Yes, that's right. (_He comes back into the room, crossing down_ L.C.) Rum old bird. Who is he? DINAH. Darling, you haven't kissed me yet. BRIAN (_moving up to her and pulling her down to below settee_ L.), Oh, I say. 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 _to_ R., DINAH _to_ L.) 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--