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GEORGE (_in an undertone, taking her hand_). Nonsense, dear!
PIM (_triumphantly_). I've got it! Telworthy!
OLIVIA (_draws back in settee, overcome_). Telworthy!
GEORGE. Good God!
PIM (_a little surprised at the success of his story_). An unusual name,
is it not? Not a name you could forget when once you had heard it.
OLIVIA (_with feeling, gazing into space with hands clenched_). No, it is
not a name you could forget when once you had heard it.
GEORGE (_hastily coming over to_ PIM). Quite so, Mr. Pim, a most
remarkable name, a most odd story altogether. Well, well, here's your
letter--(PIM _rises and tales letter_)--and if you're sure you won't stay
to lunch----
PIM. No, thank you. You see, I'm lunching with----
GEORGE. With the Trevors, yes. I remember you told me. (_Taking his arm
and hurrying him up_ C.) I'll just see you on your way.... (_To_ OLIVIA,
_who does not notice_ PIM _holding out his hand to say good-bye_.) Er--my
dear----
OLIVIA (_holding out her hand, but not looking at him_). Good-bye, Mr.
Pim.
PIM (_shaking hands with_ OLIVIA). Good-bye, good-bye!
GEORGE (_taking him by the arm up_ L. _towards the windows_). This way,
this way. Quicker for you.
PIM, Thank you, thank you.
(GEORGE _hurries him up_ C. _and he exits to_ L. OLIVIA _looks into the
past and shudders_. GEORGE _comes back to_ C.)
GEORGE. Good God! Telworthy! (ANNE _enters from up_ R. _and comes to foot
of staircase_.
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