Olivia. Try thinking about it, George.
George. And you talk as if I wanted to send you away!
Olivia. Try thinking about it, George.
George. You don't seem to understand that I'm not sending you away. You simply aren't mine to keep.
Olivia. Whose am I?
George (dubiously). Your husband's. Telworthy's.
Olivia (gently). If I belong to anybody but myself, I think I belong to you.
George. Not in the eyes of the Law. Not in the eyes of the Church. Not even in the eyes of–er——
Olivia. The County?
George (annoyed). I was about to say "Heaven."