LADY MARDEN. Oh! Shall I be in the way? (_Moving down to_ R.C.)
GEORGE. No, no. It doesn't matter, does it, Olivia?
OLIVIA. Please stay.
(LADY MARDEN _sits_ R. _settee_.)
(ANNE _enters at double doors followed by_ MR. PIM.)
ANNE. Mr. Pim.
GEORGE (_pulling himself together_). Ah, Mr. Pim! Very good of you to
have come.
PIM. Oh, not at all!
GEORGE. The fact is--er--(_It is too much for him; he looks despairingly
at_ OLIVIA.)
OLIVIA. We're so sorry to trouble you, Mr. Pim. By the way, do you know
Lady Marden?
PIM (_centre_). No, I haven't the honour.
GEORGE (_introducing_). My Aunt! Mr. Pim.
(MR. PIM _and_ LADY MARDEN _bow to each other_.)
OLIVIA. Do come and sit down, won't you? (_Pim is moving to_ L., _turns
and bumps into_ GEORGE, _who is following him. She makes room for him on
the sofa next to her_.) The fact is, Mr. Pim, you gave us rather a
surprise this morning, and before we had time to realize what it all
meant, you had gone.
PIM. A surprise, Mrs. Marden? Dear me, not an unpleasant one, I hope?
OLIVIA. Well, rather a--surprising one. (LADY MARDEN _coughs_.)
(_Pim sits to_ R. _of_ OLIVIA, _who takes his hat and places it to her_
L.)
GEORGE (_turns to_ LADY MARDEN). Olivia, allow me a moment. Mr. Pim, you
mentioned a man called Telworthy this morning. My wife used to (LADY
MARDEN _gives a pronounced cough_)--that is to say, I used to--that is,
there are reasons--
OLIVIA.
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