Oh, thank you, thank you.
(OLIVIA _picks up curtains._ ANNE _goes out up staircase up_ R.)
OLIVIA. George, Mr. Pim has got to know.
GEORGE. I don't see the necessity.
OLIVIA. Not even for me? When a woman suddenly hears that her long-lost
husband is restored to her, don't you think she wants to ask questions?
Where is he living, and how is he looking, and--
GEORGE (_very angry, going to writing-table, sits_). Of course, if you
are interested in these things--
OLIVIA. How can I help being? Don't be so silly, George. (_Moves up to_
R. _of_ GEORGE _with the curtains on her arm_.) We _must_ know what
Jacko--
GEORGE (_annoyed_) I wish you wouldn't call him by that ridiculous name.
OLIVIA. My husband--
GEORGE (_wincing_). Yes, well--your husband?
OLIVIA. Well, we must know his plans--where we can communicate with him,
and so on.
GEORGE. I have no wish to communicate with him.
OLIVIA. I'm afraid you'll have to, dear.
GEORGE. I don't see the necessity.
OLIVIA. Well, you'll want to--to apologize to him for living with his
wife for so long. (GEORGE _looks up and round at her nonplussed_). And as
I belong to him, he ought to be told where he can--call for me.
GEORGE (_after a struggle and scratching his head_). You put it in a very
peculiar way, but I see your point. (_With a shudder_.) Oh, the horrible
publicity of it all! (_Turns away and leans on writing-table_.)
OLIVIA (_going up to him and comforting him, placing her hands on his
shoulders_).
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