George. The fact is–er–(It is too much for him; he looks despairingly at Olivia.)
Olivia. We're so sorry to trouble you, Mr. Pim. By the way, do you know Lady Marden?
Pim (centre). No, I haven't the honour.
George (introducing). My Aunt! Mr. Pim.
(Mr. Pim and Lady Marden bow to each other.)
Olivia. Do come and sit down, won't you? (Pim is moving to L., turns and bumps into George, who is following him. She makes room for him on the sofa next to her.) The fact is, Mr. Pim, you gave us rather a surprise this morning, and before we had time to realize what it all meant, you had gone.
Pim. A surprise, Mrs. Marden? Dear me, not an unpleasant one, I hope?
Olivia. Well, rather a–surprising one. (Lady Marden coughs.)
(Pim sits to R. of Olivia, who takes his hat and places it to her L.)
George (turns to Lady Marden). Olivia, allow me a moment. Mr. Pim, you mentioned a man called Telworthy this morning. My wife used to (Lady Marden gives a pronounced cough)–that is to say, I used to–that is, there are reasons–