George (rising with gesture of despair). Well, what are we going to do?
Olivia. You sent Mr. Pim away so quickly. He might have told us things. Telworthy's plans. Where he is now. You hurried him away so quickly.
George. I've sent a note round to ask him to come back. My one idea at the moment was to get him out of the house–to hush things up. (Going up to writing-table.)
Olivia. You can't hush up two husbands.
George (in despair). You can't. (Sits at writing-table.) Everybody will know. Everybody!
Olivia. The children, Aunt Julia, they may as well know now as later. Mr. Pim must, of course.
George. I do not propose to discuss my private affairs with Mr. Pim——
Olivia. But he's mixed himself up in them rather, hasn't he, and if you're going to ask him questions——
George. I only propose to ask him one question. I shall ask him if he is absolutely certain of this fellow's name. I can do that quite easily without letting him know the reason for my inquiry.
Olivia. You couldn't make a mistake about a name like Telworthy. But he might tell us something about Telworthy's plans. Perhaps he's going back to Australia at once. Perhaps he thinks I'm dead, too. Perhaps–oh, there are so many things I want to know.