(George rises.)
Olivia. Really?
Pim. He was travelling steerage; we didn't meet again on board, and as it happened at Marseilles, this poor fellow–er–now what was his name? A very unusual one. Began with a–a T, I think.
Olivia (with suppressed feeling). Yes, Mr. Pim, yes? (She puts out a hand to George.)
George (in an undertone, taking her hand). Nonsense, dear!
Pim (triumphantly). I've got it! Telworthy!
Olivia (draws back in settee, overcome). Telworthy!
George. Good God!
Pim (a little surprised at the success of his story). An unusual name, is it not? Not a name you could forget when once you had heard it.
Olivia (with feeling, gazing into space with hands clenched). No, it is not a name you could forget when once you had heard it.