Olivia. Yes, but——
George. As if there was nothing wrong in our having lived together for years without having been married.
Olivia (placing her hands on table). What seems wrong to me is that I lived for five years with a bad man whom I hated. What seems right to me is that I lived for five years with a good man whom I love.
George (taking and patting her hands affectionately). Yes, yes, my dear, I know. (Drops her hands and moves to C.) But right and wrong don't settle themselves as easily as that. We've been living together when you were Telworthy's wife. That's wrong.
Olivia. Do you mean wicked?
George. Well, no doubt the Court would consider that we acted in perfect innocence——
Olivia. What Court?
George. Well, you see, my dear, these things have to be done legally, of course. (Moving to R. to settee, thinking it out.) I believe the proper method is a nullity suit, declaring our marriage null and–er–void. It would, so to speak, wipe out these years of–er—(Moving back to C.)
Olivia. Wickedness?
George. Of irregular union, and-er–then——