Olivia (laughing hysterically). Oh, Mr. Pim, you–oh, what a husband to have–oh, I——(But that is all she can say for the moment.)
Lady Marden. Pull yourself together, Olivia. (To Pim.) So he really is dead this time?
Pim. Oh, undoubtedly, undoubtedly. A fish-bone lodged in his throat.
(Lady Marden retreats to settee R. again.)
George (moving up C. to L. window, trying to realize it). Dead! Dead!
Pim (rising and turning to Olivia, alarmed at her hysteria). Oh, but, Mrs. Marden!
Olivia. I think you must excuse me, Mr. Pim. (Crossing to C.) But a herring! There's something about a herring——
(George comes quickly to her, very concerned.)
(Pim is also very concerned.)
(Turning to George.) Oh, George! (Shaking her head in a weak state of laughter, turns to R. and is about to hurry out of the room towards staircase R.)