GEORGE. Well then, how can you talk like that?
OLIVIA (pathetically). But you want to send me away.
GEORGE. There you go again. I don't want to. I have hardly had time to realise just what it will mean to me when you go. The fact is I simply daren't realise it. I daren't think about it.
OLIVIA (earnestly). Try thinking about it, George.
GEORGE. And you talk as if I wanted to send you away!
OLIVIA. Try thinking about it, George.
GEORGE. You don't seem to understand that I'm not sending you away. You simply aren't mine to keep.
OLIVIA. Whose am I?
GEORGE. Your husband's. Telworthy's.
OLIVIA (gently). If I belong to anybody but myself, I think I belong to you.