OLIVIA _has never taken her eyes
off him as he makes his last attempt to convince himself_.)
OLIVIA (_almost tenderly_). So very, very well, George. Oh, I understand
just what you are feeling. And oh, I do so wish that you could--(_with a
little sigh_)--but then it wouldn't be George, not the George I married--
(_with a rueful little laugh_)--or didn't quite marry.
LADY MARDEN. I must say, I think you are both talking a little wildly.
OLIVIA (_repeating it, oh, so tenderly_). Or didn't--quite--marry.
(_She looks at him with all her heart in her eyes. She is giving him his
last chance to say "Damn Telworthy; you're mine!" He rises and crosses
to_ R. _He struggles desperately with himself, turns to_ OLIVIA.)
GEORGE. Olivia! Olivia! My darling!
(_She rises. He crosses to her and takes her in his arms_.)
(ANNE _enters from double doors_ R.)
ANNE. Mr. Pim is here, sir.
OLIVIA (_prompting him_). Mr. Pim, dear.
GEORGE (_emerging from the struggle with an effort_). Pim? Pim? Oh, ah,
yes, of course. (_Crossing up to_ ANNE.) Mr. Pim. (_Looking up_.) Where
have you put him?
OLIVIA. I want to see Mr. Pim, too, George.
LADY MARDEN (_coming down_ C. _to_ R. _of table_ L.C.). Who on earth is
Mr. Pim?
OLIVIA. Show him in here, Anne. (GEORGE _comes back to_ C.)
ANNE. Yes, madam.
(_She goes out double doors_ R.)
OLIVIA. It was Mr. Pim who told us about my husband. He came across with
him in the boat, and recognized him as the Telworthy he knew in
Australia.
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