George. Seeing what sort of a man he is, I have no doubt that you could get a separation, supposing that he didn't–er–divorce you. I don't know what is best. I must consult my solicitor. The whole position has been sprung on us, and (miserably sits on stool L.C.) I don't know, I don't know. I can't take it all in. (Leaning forward and burying his face in his hands.)
Olivia. Wouldn't you like to consult your Aunt Julia too? She could tell you what the County–I mean what Heaven really thought about it.
George. Yes, yes. Aunt Julia has plenty of common sense. You're quite right, Olivia. This isn't a thing we can keep from the family.
Olivia. Do I still call her Aunt Julia?
(Anne comes in from staircase up R. George does not see her, but Olivia attracts his attention.)
George (looking up at Olivia). What? What? (Rising and crossing up to Anne.) Well, what is it?
Anne. Mr. Pim says he will come down at once, sir.
George. Oh, thank you, thank you.
(Olivia picks up curtains. Anne goes out up staircase up R.)
Olivia. George, Mr. Pim has got to know.