Olivia (still amused). It may not be a joke, but it is funny, isn't it?
George. I must say I don't see anything funny in a tragedy that has wrecked two lives.
Olivia. Two? Oh, but Jacko's life isn't wrecked. It has just been miraculously restored to him. And a wife, too. There's nothing tragic for Jacko in it.
George (stiffly). I was referring to our two lives–yours and mine.
Olivia. Yours, George? Your life isn't wrecked. The Court will absolve you of all blame; your friends will sympathize with you, and tell you that I was a designing woman who deliberately took you in; your Aunt Julia–
George (overwrought). Stop it! (Crossing over to her.) What do you mean? Have you no heart? (Olivia gives a little hurt cry.) Do you think I want to lose you, Olivia? (Sits on her L.) Do you think I want my home broken up like this? Haven't you been happy with me these last five years?
Olivia. Very happy.
George. Well then, how can you talk like that?
Olivia. But you want to send me away,
George. There you go again. I don't want to. I have hardly had time to realize just what it will mean to me when you go. The fact is I simply daren't realize it. I daren't think about it.