PIM. No, no, no! Not for the world! (He comes in and looks anxiously at the door) There is no immediate danger of his returning, Mrs. Marden?
OLIVIA (surprised). No, I don't think so. What is it? You—
PIM. I took the liberty of returning by the window in the hope of—er—coming upon you alone, Mrs. Marden.
OLIVIA. Yes?
PIM (still rather nervous). I—er—Mr. Marden will be very angry with me. Quite rightly. I blame myself entirely. I do not know how I can have been so stupid.
OLIVIA. What is it, Mr. Pim? Has my husband come to life again?
PIM. Mrs. Marden, I throw myself on your mercy entirely. The fact is—his name was Polwittle.
OLIVIA (at a loss). Whose? My husband's?
PIM. Yes, yes. The name came back to me suddenly, just as I reached the gate. Polwittle, poor fellow.
OLIVIA. But, Mr. Pim, my husband's name was Telworthy.