Olivia. Then I could go back to Jacob.... Do you really mean that, George?
George (uneasily). Well, dear, you see-that's how things are–one can't get away from–er——–
Olivia. What you feel is that Telworthy has the greater claim? You are prepared to–make way for him?
George. Both the Church and the Law would say that I had no claim at all, I'm afraid. I–I suppose I haven't.
Olivia. I see. (She looks at him curiously.) Thank you for making it so clear, George.
George. Of course, whether or not you go back to–er–Telworthy is another matter altogether. (Crossing to fireplace.) That would naturally be for you to decide.
Olivia (cheerfully). For me and Jacko to decide.
George. Er–Jacko?
Olivia. I used to call my first husband–I mean my only husband–Jacko. I didn't like the name of Jacob, and Jacko seemed to suit him somehow. (Enjoying the joke.) He had very long arms. (George is very annoyed.) Poor Jacko.
George (annoyed). You don't seem to realize that this is not a joke, Olivia.