PIM. Yes, but you see, on my first appearance here this morning, I was received by—er—Miss Diana.
OLIVIA. Dinah.
PIM. Miss Dinah, yes. She was in—er—rather a communicative mood, and she happened to mention, by way of passing the time, that before your marriage to Mr. Marden you had been a Mrs.—er—
OLIVIA. Telworthy.
PIM. Yes, yes, Telworthy, of course. She mentioned also Australia. By some process of the brain—which strikes me as decidedly curious—when I was trying to recollect the name of the poor fellow on the boat, whom you remember I had also met in Australia, the fact that this other name was also stored in my memory, a name equally peculiar—this fact I say. . .
OLIVIA (seeing that the sentence is rapidly going to pieces). Yes, I understand.
PIM. I blame myself, I blame myself entirely.
OLIVIA. Oh, you mustn't do that, Mr. Pim. It was really Dinah's fault for inflicting all our family history on you.
PIM. Oh, but a charming young woman. I assure you I was very much interested in all that she told me. (Getting up) Well, Mrs.—er—Marden, I can only hope that you will forgive me for the needless distress I have caused you to-day.
OLIVIA. Oh, you mustn't worry about that—please.