George (rising and coming down to Lady Marden). I'm afraid it's true, Aunt Julia. (Taking stool from L.C. to C., sits on it. Dinah sits in arm-chair down L.) We heard the news just before lunch–just before you came. We've only this moment had an opportunity of talking about it, of wondering what to do.
Lady Marden. What was his name——Tel–something——
Olivia. Jacob Telworthy.
Lady Marden (in amazement). So he's alive still?
George. Apparently. There seems to be no doubt about it.
Lady Marden (to Olivia). Didn't you see him die? I should always want to see my husband die before I married again. Not that I approve of second marriages, anyhow. I told you so at the time, George.
Olivia. And me, Aunt Julia.
Lady Marden. Did I? Well, I generally say what I think.
George. I ought to tell you, Aunt Julia, that no blame attaches to Olivia over this. Of that I am perfectly satisfied. It's nobody's fault, except——
Lady Marden. Except Telworthy's. He seems to have been rather careless. Well, what are you going to do about it?