GEORGE (_coming down to_ R. _of table_ L.C.). I can't understand you,
Olivia. You talk about it so calmly, as if there was nothing blameworthy
in being divorced.
OLIVIA. Yes, but----
GEORGE. As if there was nothing unusual in my marrying a divorced woman.
OLIVIA. Yes, but----
GEORGE. As if there was nothing wrong in our having lived together for
years without having been married.
OLIVIA (_placing her hands on table_). What seems wrong to me is that I
lived for five years with a bad man whom I hated. What seems right to me
is that I lived for five years with a good man whom I love.
GEORGE (_taking and patting her hands affectionately_). Yes, yes, my
dear, I know. (_Drops her hands and moves to_ C.) But right and wrong
don't settle themselves as easily as that. We've been living together
when you were Telworthy's wife. That's _wrong_.
OLIVIA. Do you mean wicked?
GEORGE. Well, no doubt the Court would consider that we acted in perfect
innocence----
OLIVIA. What Court?
GEORGE. Well, you see, my dear, these things have to be done legally, of
course. (_Moving to_ R. _to settee, thinking it out_.) I believe the
proper method is a nullity suit, declaring our marriage null and--er--
void. It would, so to speak, wipe out these years of--er---(_Moving back
to_ C.)
OLIVIA. Wickedness?
GEORGE. Of irregular union, and-er--then----
OLIVIA. Then I could go back to Jacob.... Do you really mean that,
George?
GEORGE (_uneasily_).
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