Yes, I see--I see. Well, we can soon put
that right. (_Moving to_ L.) A registry office in London. Better go up
this afternoon. We can't do these things too quickly--we can stay at an
hotel.
OLIVIA (_pointedly_). You and Mrs. Telworthy! (_Moves slowly round back
of settee_ L.)
(GEORGE _moves to centre_.)
GEORGE (_nonplussed_). Oh--er--yes--yes--perhaps I'd better stay at my
Club--yes! It will be a bit awkward at first. (_With a sigh of relief_.)
However, nobody need know, and how much better than what we feared!
(OLIVIA _comes down to below settee_ L.)
GEORGE (_advancing to embrace her_). Olivia! Olivia!
(_She repulses him and he crosses to her_ L.)
OLIVIA. Mrs. Telworthy!
GEORGE. Yes--yes, I know, but why do you keep on saying it? What's the
matter with you? You're so strange to-day. You're not like the Olivia I
know.
OLIVIA (_sits on settee to_ R.). Perhaps you don't know me so very well,
after all.
GEORGE (_sitting--affectionately to her_ L.). Oh, that's nonsense--old
girl. You're just my Olivia. Now we can get married again quietly and
nobody will be any the worse.
OLIVIA. Married again! Oh, I see, you want me to marry you at a registry
office to-morrow?
GEORGE. If we can arrange it by then. (_Rising and crossing below_ OLIVIA
_to centre_.) I don't know how long these things take, but I should
imagine there would be no difficulty.
OLIVIA. Oh, no, I think that part of it ought to be quite _easy_.
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