GEORGE. You must be mad!
OLIVIA (dreamily). Widow of well-known ex-convict takes possession of J.P.'s house. Popular country gentleman denied entrance to his own home. Doomed to travel.
GEORGE (angrily). I've had enough of this. Do you mean all this nonsense?
OLIVIA. I do mean, George, that I am in no hurry to go up to London and get married. I love the country just now, and (with a sigh) after this morning, I'm—rather tired of husbands.
GEORGE (in a rage). I've never heard so much—damned nonsense in my life. I will leave you to come to your senses. (He goes out indignantly.)
(OLIVIA, who has forgiven him already, throws a loving kiss after him, and then turns triumphantly to her dear curtains. She takes them, smiling, to the sofa, and has just got to work again, when MR. PIM appears at the open windows.)
PIM (in a whisper). Er, may I come in, Mrs. Marden?
OLIVIA (turning round in surprise). Mr. Pim!
PIM (anxiously). Mr. Marden is—er—not here?
OLIVIA (getting up). Do you want to see him? I will tell him.