PIM. I blame myself, I blame myself entirely.
OLIVIA. Oh, you mustn't do that, Mr. Pim.
PIM. Oh, but, Mrs. Marden, can you forgive me for the needless distress I
have caused you to-day?
OLIVIA. Oh, you mustn't worry about that, please.
PIM. And you will tell your husband--you'll break the news to him?
OLIVIA (_amazed_). Oh, yes! I'll break the _news_ to him.
PIM (_rising and holding out his hand_). Well then, I think before he
comes back I will say good-bye and--er----
OLIVIA (_rising_). Just a moment, Mr. Pim. Let us have it quite clear
this time. You never knew my husband Jacob Telworthy?
PIM. No!
OLIVIA. You never met him in Australia?
PIM. No!
OLIVIA. You never saw him on the boat?
PIM. No!
OLIVIA. And nothing _whatever happened to him at Marseilles?_
PIM. No!
OLIVIA. Is that right?
PIM (_hesitating and thinking it out very deeply_). I think so.
OLIVIA. Very well, then, since his death was announced in Australia six
years ago, he is presumably still dead?
PIM. Undoubtedly.
OLIVIA (_holding out her hand with a charming smile_). Then good-bye,
Mr. Pim, and thank you so much for--for all your trouble.
PIM. Not at all, Mrs. Marden. I blame myself, I blame myself entirely.
OLIVIA. Oh! You mustn't do that.
(_Going up centre_ PIM _meets_ DINAH, _who enters from the window
up L., crosses at back of writing-table and comes down R. of him_).
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