George (hastily coming over to Pim). Quite so, Mr. Pim, a most remarkable name, a most odd story altogether. Well, well, here's your letter–(Pim rises and tales letter)–and if you're sure you won't stay to lunch——
Pim. No, thank you. You see, I'm lunching with——
George. With the Trevors, yes. I remember you told me. (Taking his arm and hurrying him up C.) I'll just see you on your way.... (To Olivia, who does not notice Pim holding out his hand to say good-bye.) Er–my dear——
Olivia (holding out her hand, but not looking at him). Good-bye, Mr. Pim.
Pim (shaking hands with Olivia). Good-bye, good-bye!
George (taking him by the arm up L. towards the windows). This way, this way. Quicker for you.
Pim, Thank you, thank you.
(George hurries him up C. and he exits to L. Olivia looks into the past and shudders. George comes back to C.)
George. Good God! Telworthy! (Anne enters from up R. and comes to foot of staircase.) Is it possible?
(Before Olivia can answer, Lady Marden is announced.)