OLIVIA. It is an ugly word, isn't it?
GEORGE. Yes, but don't you understand—(He jumps up and comes over to her) Look here, Olivia, old girl, the whole thing is nonsense, eh? It isn't your husband, it's some other Telworthy that this fellow met. That's right, isn't it? Some other shady swindler who turned up on the boat, eh? This sort of thing doesn't happen to people like us—committing bigamy and all that. Some other fellow.
OLIVIA (shaking her head). I knew all the shady swindlers in Sydney, George. . . . They came to dinner. . . . There were no others called Telworthy.
(GEORGE goes back despondently to his seat.)
GEORGE. Well, what are we going to do?
OLIVIA. You sent Mr. Pim away so quickly. He might have told us things. Telworthy's plans. Where he is now. You hurried him away so quickly.
GEORGE. I've sent a note round to ask him to come back. My one idea at the moment was to get him out of the house—to hush things up.
OLIVIA. You can't hush up two husbands.
GEORGE (in despair). You can't. Everybody will know. Everybody!
OLIVIA. The children, Aunt Julia, they may as well know now as later. Mr. Pim must, of course.