GEORGE. Meaning by that?
OLIVIA. Just that, George. I shall stay here—just as before. I like this house. It wants a little re-decorating perhaps, but I do like it, George . . . Yes, I shall be quite happy here.
GEORGE. I see. You will continue to live down here—in spite of what you said just now about the immorality of it.
OLIVIA (surprised). But there's nothing immoral in a widow living alone in a big country house, with perhaps the niece of a friend of hers staying with her, just to keep her company.
GEORGE (sarcastic). And what shall I be doing, when you've so very kindly taken possession of my house for me?
OLIVIA. I don't know, George. Travelling, I expect. You could come down sometimes with a chaperone. I suppose there would be nothing wrong in that.
GEORGE (indignant). Thank you! And what if I refuse to be turned out of my house?
OLIVIA. Then, seeing that we can't both be in it, it looks as though you'd have to turn me out. (Casually) I suppose there are legal ways of doing these things. You'd have to consult your solicitor again.
GEORGE (amazed). Legal ways?
OLIVIA. Well, you couldn't throw me out, could you? You'd have to get an injunction against me—or prosecute me for trespass—or something. It would make an awfully unusual case, wouldn't it? The papers would be full of it.