George. I don't see the necessity.
Olivia. Not even for me? When a woman suddenly hears that her long-lost husband is restored to her, don't you think she wants to ask questions? Where is he living, and how is he looking, and–
George (very angry, going to writing-table, sits). Of course, if you are interested in these things–
Olivia. How can I help being? Don't be so silly, George. (Moves up to R. of George with the curtains on her arm.) We must know what Jacko–
George (annoyed) I wish you wouldn't call him by that ridiculous name.
Olivia. My husband–
George (wincing). Yes, well–your husband?
Olivia. Well, we must know his plans–where we can communicate with him, and so on.
George. I have no wish to communicate with him.
Olivia. I'm afraid you'll have to, dear.