) There's bound to be so much publicity. Not only all this, but--
but Telworthy's past.
LADY MARDEN. I should have said that it was Telworthy's present which,
was the trouble. Had he a past as well?
OLIVIA. He was a fraudulent company promoter. He went to prison a good
deal.
(_General consternation_. BRIAN _gives a long whistle and goes up_.)
LADY MARDEN. George, you never told me this!
GEORGE. I--er----
OLIVIA. I don't see _why_ he should want to talk about it.
DINAH (_indignantly rising and moving to L. end of settee_ L.). What's it
got to do with Olivia, anyhow? It's not _her_ fault.
LADY MARDEN (_sarcastically and emphatically_). Oh, no, I daresay it's
mine.
(_There is an uncomfortable pause_.)
OLIVIA (_to_ GEORGE). You wanted to ask Aunt Julia what was the right
thing to do.
BRIAN (_crossing down L.C. and bursting out_). Good Heavens, what is
there to do except the one and only thing? (_They all look at him and he
becomes embarrassed and backs up stage a little_.) I'm sorry. You don't
want _me_ to----
OLIVIA (_taking his hand across table_ L.C.). _I_ do, Brian.
LADY MARDEN. Well, go on, Mr. Strange. What would _you_ do in George's
position?
BRIAN (_crosses down to back of table_ L.C.). Do? Say to the woman I
loved, "You're _mine_ (_bangs table with his fist_), and let this other
damned fellow come and take you from me if he can!" And he couldn't--how
could he?--not if the woman chose _me_.
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