Lady Marden. Yes, unhealthy life. (Going to R. of writing-table and crossing at back, turns to Dinah and Brian.) Well, come along.
(She strides out up L., followed by Dinah and Brian, who upset George's papers on writing-table as they go. Olivia takes the curtains and workbox from C. cupboard of cabinet and comes down L.)
George (looking up and seeing Olivia). Really, Olivia, we've got something more important, more vital to us than curtains, to discuss, now that we are alone at last.
Olivia. I wasn't going to discuss them, dear. (Sits.)
George. Of course, I'm always glad to see Aunt Julia in my house, but I wish she hadn't chosen this day of all days to come to lunch.
Olivia. It wasn't Aunt Julia's fault. It was really Mr. Pim who chose the wrong day.
George (fiercely and rising). Good heavens, is it true?
Olivia. About Jacob Telworthy?
George. Yon told me he was dead. (Moving down to L. of L.C. table.) You always said that he was dead.
Olivia. Well, I always thought that he was dead. He was as dead as anybody could be. All the papers said he was dead.