GEORGE (_at the windows--he does not see_ BRIAN). Hullo! Hullo! Hullo! What's all this about a Mr. Pim? Who is he? Where is he? (_He puts his cap on table, and comes down, into room_.) I had most important business with Lumsden, and the girl comes down and cackles about a Mr. Pim, or Ping, or something. Where did I put his card? (_Bringing it out_.) Carraway Pim. Never heard of him in my life, (_Moves back to writing-table and puts down card_.) DINAH. He said he had a letter of introduction, Uncle George. GEORGE. Oh, you saw him, did you! (_Comes down_ C. _to_ R.) Yes, that reminds me, there was a letter--(_he brings it out and reads it_). DINAH. He had to send a telegram. He's coming back. OLIVIA. Pass me those scissors, Brian. BRIAN (_crossing to above table_ L.C.). These? (_he passes them_.) OLIVIA (_giving_ BRIAN _a nod of encouragement and looking round at_ DINAH). Thank you. GEORGE (_reading_). Ah well, a friend of Brymer's, Glad to oblige him. Yes, I know the man he wants. Coming back, you say, Dinah? (DINAH _nods_.) Then I'll be going back too. Send him down to the farm, Olivia, when he comes. (_Going up meets_ BRIAN.) Hallo, what happened to you? (_Still moving up a little_.) OLIVIA. Don't go, George, there's something we want to talk about. (DINAH _gives a long whistle. All look sheepish and_ GEORGE _notices their attitude_.) GEORGE. Hallo, what's this? BRIAN (_quickly and over back of i.e. table to_ OLIVIA). Shall I---! (DINAH _pantomimes. "Yes, do."_) OLIVIA (_with a roguish loot at_ DINAH). Yes, (_Sticks needle in work_.) BRIAN (_stepping out to_ C.) I've been wanting to tell you all this morning, sir, only I didn't seem to have an opportunity of getting it out. GEORGE. Well, what is it? (BRIAN, _taken aback for a moment, looks to_ OLIVIA _for encouragement. She nods approval and turning to_ DINAH, _takes her hand encouragingly-- _) BRIAN (_boldly_). I want to marry Dinah, sir. GEORGE. You want to marry Dinah? God bless my soul! DINAH (_rushing to him below and to his_ R. _and pulling her cheek against his coat, and her hands on his shoulder_). Oh, do say you like the idea, Uncle George. GEORGE. Like the idea! (_Taking her hands from his shoulder_.) Have you heard of this nonsense, Olivia? (_Movement of annoyance from_ DINAH.) OLIVIA. They've just this moment told me, George. I think they would be happy together. GEORGE (_crossing to fire-place_ L., _to_ BRIAN). And what do you propose to be happy together on? BRIAN (R.C.). Well, of course, I know it doesn't amount to much at present, but we shan't starve. DINAH. Brian got fifty pounds for a picture last March! GEORGE (_a little upset by this_). Oh! (_Recovering gamely_.) And how many pictures have you sold since? BRIAN (_gives a nervous look at_ OLIVIA _and_ DINAH, _who then sits on settee_ R.). Well, none, but--