GEORGE. I do not propose to discuss my private affairs with Mr. Pim——
OLIVIA. But he's mixed himself up in them rather, hasn't he, and if you're going to ask him questions——
GEORGE. I only propose to ask him one question. I shall ask him if he is absolutely certain of the man's name. I can do that quite easily without letting him know the reason for my inquiry.
OLIVIA. You couldn't make a mistake about a name like Telworthy. But he might tell us something about Telworthy's plans. Perhaps he's going back to Australia at once. Perhaps he thinks I'm dead, too. Perhaps— oh, there are so many things I want to know.
GEORGE. Yes, yes, dear. It would be interesting to—that is, one naturally wants to know these things, but of course it doesn't make any real difference.
OLIVIA (surprised). No difference?
GEORGE. Well, that is to say, you're as much his wife if he's in Australia as you are if he's in England.
OLIVIA. I am not his wife at all.
GEORGE. But, Olivia, surely you understand the position——
OLIVIA (shaking her head). Jacob Telworthy may be alive, but I am not his wife. I ceased to be his wife when I became yours.