GEORGE (with a sigh of thankfulness). Well! This is wonderful news, Aunt Julia.
LADY MARDEN. Most providential! . . . You understand, of course, that you are not married to Olivia?
GEORGE (who didn't). Not married?
LADY MARDEN. If her first husband only died at Marseilles a few days ago—
GEORGE. Good Heavens!
LADY MARDEN. Not that it matters. You can get married quietly again. Nobody need know.
GEORGE (considering it). Yes . . . yes. Then all these years we have been—er—Yes.
LADY MARDEN. Who's going to know?
GEORGE. Yes, yes, that's true. . . . And in perfect innocence, too.
LADY MARDEN. I should suggest a Registry Office in London.