Olivia. Dinah. Her name is Dinah!
Pim (pauses). You're quite right. Dinah–oh yes. Miss Dinah, yes. She was in–er–rather a communicative mood, and I suppose by way of passing the time she mentioned that before your marriage–to Mr. Marden you had been a Mrs.–er——
Olivia. Telworthy.
Pim. Telworthy, yes, of course. She also mentioned Australia. Now by some curious process of the brain–which strikes me as decidedly curious–when I was trying to recollect–the name of the poor fellow on the boat, whom you will remember I had also met in Australia, the fact that this other name was also stored in my memory, a name equally peculiar–this fact I say——
Olivia (seeing that the sentence is rapidly going to pieces). Yes, I quite understand.
Pim. I blame myself, I blame myself entirely.
Olivia. Oh, you mustn't do that, Mr. Pim.
Pim. Oh, but, Mrs. Marden, can you forgive me for the needless distress I have caused you to-day?
Olivia. Oh, you mustn't worry about that, please.
Pim. And you will tell your husband–you'll break the news to him?