Olivia. I think we had better be perfectly frank, George.
Lady Marden (aggressively). I am sixty-five years of age, Mr. Pim, and I can say that I've never had a moment's uneasiness by (beating her knee with her hand, stick in left hand) telling the truth.
(Pim and Lady Marden fix each other with a look. Pim then looks at Olivia and George and leans back on settee.)
Pim (after a desperate effort to keep up with the conversation). Oh!... I–er–I'm afraid I am rather at sea. Have I–er–left anything unsaid in presenting my credentials to you this morning?
George and Olivia Oh, no!
Pim. This Telworthy whom you mention–I seem to remember the name–
Olivia. Mr. Pim, you told us this morning of a man whom you had met on the boat, a man who had come down in the world, whom you had known in Sydney. A man called Telworthy.
Pim (relieved). Ah, yes, yes, of course. (To Olivia.) I did say Telworthy, didn't I? Most curious coincidence, Lady Marden. Poor man, poor man! Let me see, it must have been ten years ago–
George. Just a moment, Mr. Pim. You're quite sure that his name was Telworthy?
Pim (to George). Telworthy–Telworthy–didn't I say Telworthy? Yes, that was it–Telworthy. Poor fellow!