BRIAN. I'll catch you up.
DINAH. Come along then, Mr. Pim. (As they go out) I want to hear all about your first wife. You haven't really told me anything yet.
(OLIVIA resumes her work, and BRIAN sits on the back of the sofa looking at her.)
BRIAN (awkwardly). I just wanted to say, if you don't think it cheek, that I'm—I'm on your side, if I may be, and if I can help you at all I should be very proud of being allowed to.
OLIVIA (looking up at him). Brian, you dear. That's sweet of you . . . But it's quite all right now, you know.
BRIAN. Oh, I'm so glad.
OLIVIA. Yes, that's what Mr. Pim came back to say. He'd made a mistake about the name. (Smiling) George is the only husband I have.
BRIAN (surprised). What? You mean that the whole thing—that Pim—(With conviction) Silly ass!
OLIVIA (kindly). Oh, well, he didn't mean to be. (After a pause) Brian, do you know anything about the Law?
BRIAN. I'm afraid not. I hate the Law. Why?