(DINAH _jumps up and moves to_ L. _of settee_ L.)
BRIAN (_indignantly advancing towards_ LADY MARDEN). I say----
OLIVIA (_restraining him_). H'sh!
BRIAN (_to_ OLIVIA _and taking her hand across table_ L.C.). If this is a
row, I'm on your side.
LADY MARDEN. Well, George?
GEORGE (_rising and coming down to_ LADY MARDEN). I'm afraid it's true,
Aunt Julia. (_Taking stool from_ L.C. _to_ C., _sits on it_. DINAH _sits
in arm-chair down_ L.) We heard the news just before lunch--just before
you came. We've only this moment had an opportunity of talking about it,
of wondering what to do.
LADY MARDEN. What was his name----Tel--something----
OLIVIA. Jacob Telworthy.
LADY MARDEN (_in amazement_). So he's alive still?
GEORGE. Apparently. There seems to be no doubt about it.
LADY MARDEN (_to_ OLIVIA). Didn't you _see_ him die? I should always want
to _see_ my husband die before I married again. Not that I approve of
second marriages, anyhow. I told you so at the time, George.
OLIVIA. _And_ me, Aunt Julia.
LADY MARDEN. Did I? Well, I generally say what I think.
GEORGE. I ought to tell you, Aunt Julia, that no blame attaches to Olivia
over this. Of that I am perfectly satisfied. It's nobody's fault, except----
LADY MARDEN. Except Telworthy's. _He_ seems to have been rather careless.
Well, what are you going to do about it?
GEORGE. That's just it. It's a terrible situation (_With a gesture of
despair_.
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