George. At Marseilles?
Pim (to George). Yes, yes, poor fellow, it was most unfortunate. (To Lady Marden. Olivia again pulls his arm, trying to attract his attention.) You must understand, Lady Marden, that although I had met the poor fellow before in Australia, I was never in any way intimate——
George (thumping the desk). Where is he now, that's what we want to know?
(Mr. Pim turns to him with a start.)
Olivia. Please, Mr. Pim!
Pim (to Olivia). Where is he now? But–but didn't I tell you of the curious fatality at Marseilles–poor fellow–the fish-bone?
All. Fish-bone?
Pim. Yes, yes, a herring, I understand.
Olivia (becoming hysterical). Do you mean he's dead?
Pim. Dead–of course he's dead. He's been dead——