George (indignant and advancing to her). Thank you! And suppose I refuse to be turned out of my own house?
Olivia. Then, seeing that we can't both be in it, it looks as though you'd have to turn me out. (To herself.) There must be legal ways of doing these things. You'd have to consult your solicitor again.
George. Legal ways?
Olivia. Well, you couldn't just throw me out, could you? You'd have to get an injunction against me–
(George, very annoyed, turns away.)
–or prosecute me for trespass–or something. Of course I shouldn't go if I could help it, I like the house so much.... It would make an awfully unusual case, wouldn't it? The papers would be full of it.
George. The papers!
Olivia (calling as paper boy). Extra special! Widow of well-known ex-convict takes possession of J.P.'s house! Special! Special!
George (angrily). I've had enough of this. (Coming to table L.C. and speaking across.) Do you mean all this nonsense?
Olivia. Well, what I do mean is, that I am in no hurry to go up to London and get married. I love the country just now, and–(with a sigh)–after this morning, I'm–rather tired of husbands.