DINAH. Oh, I'll start you on your way to the post office. I want to know if you're married, and all that sort of thing. You've got heaps to tell me, Mr. Pim. Have you got your hat? That's right. Then we'll--hullo, here's Brian.
(BRIAN STRANGE comes in at the windows. He is what GEORGE calls a damned futuristic painter-chap, aged twenty-four. To look at, he is a very pleasant boy, rather untidily dressed.)
DINAH (seizing him). Brian, this is Mr. Pim. Mr. Carraway Pim. He's been telling me all about himself. It's so interesting. He's just going to send a telegram, and then he's coming back again. Mr. Pim, this is Brian--_you_ know.
BRIAN (smiling and shaking hands). How do you do?
DINAH (pleadingly). You _won't_ mind going to the post office by yourself, will you, because, you see, Brian and I--(she looks lovingly at BRIAN).
PIM (because they are so young). 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 you will allow an old man----
PIM (chuckling happily). Well, a middle-aged man--to wish you both every happiness in the years that you have before you. Good-bye, good-bye.
[He disappears gently through the windows.
DINAH. Brian, he'll get lost if he goes that way.
BRIAN (going to the windows and calling after him). Round to the left, sir. . . . That's right. (He comes back into the room) Rum old bird. Who is he?
DINAH. Darling, you haven't kissed me yet.
BRIAN (taking her in his arms). I oughtn't to, but then one never ought to do the nice things.
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----
DINAH. But, darling child, what _have_ you been doing all this morning _except_ telling George?
DINAH (nodding). Yes, of course, there's a difference.
BRIAN. I think he guessed there was something up, and he took me down to see the pigs--he said he had to see the pigs at once--I don't know why; an appointment perhaps. And we talked about pigs all the way, and I couldn't say, "Talking about pigs, I want to marry your niece----"
DINAH (with mock indignation). Of course you couldn't.
BRIAN. No. Well, you see how it was. And then when we'd finished talking about pigs, we started talking _to_ the pigs----