Olivia. But who is Pelwittle?
Pim (in surprise at her stupidity). The man I told you about, who met with the sad fatality at Marseilles. Henry Pelwittle.... (With hand on chin, thinking deeply.) Or was it Ernest? No! Henry Pelwittle, poor fellow.
Olivia (indignantly). But, Mr. Pim, you said his name was Telworthy. How could you?
Pim. Oh, I blame myself, I blame myself entirely.
Olivia. But how could you think of a name like Telworthy if it wasn't Telworthy?
Pim (eagerly). Ah, ah, that is the really interesting thing about the whole matter.
Olivia (reproachfully). Yes, Mr. Pim, all your visits here to-day have been very interesting.
Pim. Oh, very interesting, very interesting, You see, Mrs. Marden, when I made my first appearance here this morning I was received by–Miss Diana, who——
Olivia. Dinah!
Pim. I beg your pardon?