George (scornfully). The papers!(Crossing up to smoking-table for his pipe.)
Olivia (as if this would settle it for George). The Times said he was dead. There was a paragraph about him. Apparently even his death was fraudulent.
George (coming down C.). Yes, yes, I'm not blaming you, Olivia, but what are we going to do, that's the question, what are we going to do? My God, it's horrible! (Crossing to fireplace.) You've never been married to me at all! You don't seem to understand.
Olivia. It is a little difficult to realize. You see, it doesn't seem to have made any difference to our happiness.
George. No, that's what's so terrible. (Olivia looks up surprised.) I mean–well, of course, we were quite innocent in the matter. (Sits in arm-chair down L.) But, at the same time, nothing can get over the fact that we–we had no right to–to be happy.
Olivia. Would you rather we had been miserable?
George. You're Telworthy's wife, that's what you don't seem to understand. You're Telworthy's wife. You–er–forgive me, Olivia, but it's the horrible truth–you committed bigamy when you married me. (In horror, going up L.) Bigamy! (Coming round to C.)
Olivia. It is an ugly word, isn't it?
George. Yes, but you don't understand. (Coming quickly down C., sits on stool L.C., facing her.) Look here, Olivia, old girl, the whole thing is nonsense, eh? It isn't your husband, it's some other Telworthy that this fellow met. That's right, isn't it? Some other shady swindler who turned up on the boat, eh? This sort of thing doesn't happen to people like us–committing bigamy and all that. Some other fellow.
Olivia (shaking her head). I knew all the shady swindlers in Sydney.... They came to dinner.... There were no others called Telworthy.