Yes, but you don't understand. (_Coming quickly down_ C., _sits
on stool_ L.C., _facing her_.) Look here, Olivia, old girl, the whole
thing is nonsense, eh? It isn't your husband, it's some other Telworthy
that this fellow met. That's right, isn't it? Some other shady swindler
who turned up on the boat, eh? This sort of thing doesn't happen to
people like _us_--committing bigamy and all that. Some other fellow.
OLIVIA (_shaking her head_). I knew all the shady swindlers in Sydney....
They came to dinner.... There were no others called Telworthy.
GEORGE (_rising with gesture of despair_). Well, what are we going to do?
OLIVIA. You sent Mr. Pim away so quickly. He might have told us things.
Telworthy's plans. Where he is now. You hurried him away so quickly.
GEORGE. I've sent a note round to ask him to come back. My one idea at
the moment was to get him out of the house--to hush things up. (_Going up
to writing-table_.)
OLIVIA. You can't hush up two husbands.
GEORGE (_in despair_). You can't. (_Sits at writing-table_.) Everybody
will know. Everybody!
OLIVIA. The children, Aunt Julia, they may as well know now as later. Mr.
Pim must, of course.
GEORGE. I do not propose to discuss my private affairs with Mr. Pim----
OLIVIA. But he's mixed himself up in them rather, hasn't he, and if
you're going to ask him questions----
GEORGE. I only propose to ask him one question. I shall ask him if he is
absolutely certain of this fellow's name.
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