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Mr. Pim Passes By

Play

Writers: A.A. Milne

Act One

The morning-room at Marden House (Buckinghamshire) decided more than a hundred years ago that it was all right, and has not bothered about itself since. Visitors to the house have called the result such different adjectives as "mellow," "old-fashioned," "charming"--even "baronial" and "antique;" but nobody ever said it was "exciting." SometimesÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýwants it to be more exciting, and last week she rather let herself go over some new curtains; she still has the rings to put on. It is obvious that the curtains alone will overdo the excitement; they will have to be harmonized with a new carpet and cushions.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýhas her eye on just the things, but one has to go carefully withÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.ÌýWhat was good enough, for his great-great-grandfather is good enough for him. However, we can trustÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýto see him through it, although it may take time.

A scene plot is given at the end of the play.

There are three ways of coming into the room: by the open windows leading from the garden, by the doors to R., or by the staircase from upÌý¸é,ÌýMr. Pim chooses the latter way--or ratherÌý´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýchooses it for him; and Mr. Pim kindly and inoffensively follows her. She comes down steps and crosses toÌý°ä.,Ìýfollowed by Mr. Pim.

´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌý(moves up, looking offÌý³¢.Ìýand returning toÌý±Ê¾±³¾ÌýR.C.). I'll tell Mr. Marden you're here, sir. Mr. Pim, isn't it?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(nervously). Yes--er--Mr. Pim--Mr. Carraway Pim. He doesn't know me, you understand, but if he could just spare me a few moments--er---(He fumbles in his pockets.) I gave you that letter?

Anne. Yes, sir, I'll give it to him.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(brings out a stamped letter which is not the one he was looking for, but which reminds him of something else he has forgotten. Looking at letter). Oh! Dear me!

Anne. Yes, sir?

Pim. Dear me. I ought to have posted this. (Looking at letter.) Oh, well, I must send a telegram. You have a telegraph office in the village?

Anne. Oh, yes, sir. (Moving up to terrace upÌý³¢.Ìýand pointing offÌý³¢.) If you turn to the left when you get outside the gates, it's about a hundred yards down the hill. Turn to the left and down the hill.

Pim. Turn to the left and down the hill. Thank you, thank you. Very stupid of me to have forgotten.

(´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýexits up staircase R.)

(Mr. Pim wanders about the room humming to himself, and looking at the pictures and photos on piano. Then goes out at window upÌý³¢.) (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýenters from staircase upÌý¸é.Ìýdancing, and humming the air of "Down on the Farm:" she is nineteen, very pretty, very happy, and full of boyish high spirits and conversation. She dances to foot of stairs, looks offÌý¸é.,Ìýthen downÌý°ä.,Ìýthen to piano; sits and plays a few bars and sings "Down on the Farm," rises and moves up toÌý¸é.Ìýof piano, and as she does soÌý±Ê¾±³¾Ìýre-enters from window upÌý³¢.Ìýand they come suddenly face to face up backÌý°ä.Ìýbelow the writing-table. There is a slight pause.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(backing a step). Hullo!

Pim. You must forgive me, but... Good morning, Mrs. Marden.

Dinah. Oh, I say, I'm not Mrs. Marden. I'm Dinah.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(with a smile). Then I will say, Good morning. Miss Diana.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(reproachfully). Now, look here, if you and I are going to be friends, you mustn't do that. Dinah, not Diana. Do remember it, there's a good man, because I get so tired of correcting people. (Moving downÌý°ä.ÌýtoÌýµþ.) Have you come to stay with us? (Sits on setteeÌý¸é.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(following her down). Well, no, Miss--er--Dinah.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(nodding). That's right. I can see I shan't have to speak to you again. Now tell me your name, and I bet you I get it right first time. And do sit down.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(crossing toÌý³¢.Ìýand sitting on setteeÌý³¢.). Thank you. My name is--er--Pim, Carraway Pim--

Dinah. Pim, that's easy.

Pim. And I have a letter of introduction to your father--

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(rising and crossing toÌý¸é.Ìýof tableÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýand speaking across same). Oh, no; now you're going wrong again, Mr. Pim. George isn't my father; he's my uncle. Uncle George--he doesn't like me calling him George. Olivia doesn't mind--I mean she doesn't mind being called Olivia, but George is rather touchy. (Sitting on table, facingÌý±Ê¾±³¾.) You see, he's been my guardian since I was about two, and then about five years ago he married a widow called Mrs. Telworthy.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(repeating). Mrs. Telworthy.

Dinah. That's Olivia--so she became my Aunt Olivia, only she lets me drop the Aunt. (Speaking very sharply.) Get that?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(a little alarmed). I--I think so, Miss Marden.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(admiringly). I say, you are quick, Mr. Pim. Well, if you take my advice, when you've finished your business with George, you will hang about a bit and see if you can't see Olivia. (Rising and movingÌý°ä.) She's simply--(feeling for the word)--devastating. I don't wonder George fell in love with her.

(Moving to above pianoÌý¸é.,Ìýlooking at photos, etc.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(rising and looking at his watch and comingÌý°ä.). It's only the merest matter of business--just a few words with your uncle--Perhaps I'd better...

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(looking at photo on top end of piano). Well, you must please yourself, Mr. Pim. I'm just giving you a friendly word of advice. Naturally, I was awfully glad to get such a magnificent aunt. (Moving down toÌý³¢.Ìýof piano and taking up and looking at photo ofÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.) Because, after all, marriage is rather a toss up, isn't it?--

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(taken aback). Well, I don't, know, I haven't had any experience...

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(continuing). And George might have gone off with anybody. (Moving toÌý±Ê¾±³¾.) It's different on the stage, where guardians always marry their wards, but George couldn't marry me because I'm his niece. Mind you, I don't say that I should have had him, because, between ourselves, he's a little bit old-fashioned.

Pim. So he married--er--Mrs. Marden instead.

Dinah. Mrs. Telworthy--don't say you've forgotten already, just when you were getting so good at names. Mrs. Telworthy. (Moves to and sits on setteeÌý¸é.) You see, Olivia married the Telworthy man and went to Australia with him, and he drank himself to death in the bush, or wherever you drink yourself to death out there, and Olivia came home to England, and met my uncle, and he fell in love with her and proposed to her--(rises and kneels on settee)--and he came into my room that night--I was about fourteen--and turned on the light and said, "Dinah, how would you like to have a beautiful aunt of your very own?" (±Ê¾±³¾Ìýlaughs.) And I said: "Congratulations, George." (±Ê¾±³¾Ìýlaughs again.) That was the first time I called him George. Of course, I'd seen it coming for weeks. Telworthy, isn't it a funny name?

Pim. Oh, a most curious name--Telworthy. From Australia, you say?

Dinah. Yes, I always say that he's probably still alive, and will turn up here one morning and annoy George.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(shocked). Oh!

Dinah. But I'm afraid there's not much chance.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(shocked). Miss Marden! Really!

Dinah, Well, of course, I don't really want it to happen, but it would be rather exciting. (Crossing toÌý±Ê¾±³¾.) Wouldn't it, Mr Pim?

Pim. Exciting!

(±Ê¾±³¾Ìýcrosses to below setteeÌý³¢.)

Dinah. However, things like that never seem to occur down here, somehow, (Running up into window upÌý¸é.ÌýPim watches her.) There was a hayrick burnt last year about a mile away, but that isn't the same, is it?

Pim. No, I should say that that was certainly different.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(coming to back of tableÌý³¢.°ä.). Of course, something very, very wonderful did happen last night. (Backing away.) No, no! I'm not sure if I know you well enough--(She looks at him hesitatingly.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(uncomfortably). Really, Miss Marden, you mustn't. I am only a--a passer-by, here to-day and gone to-morrow. You really mustn't--

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(looking round and earning down to Pim), And yet there's something about you, Mr. Pim, which inspires confidence.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(moving toÌý³¢.). Oh, no. Really, you mustn't tell me.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(taking his arm). The fact is--(in a stage whisper)--I got engaged last night!

Pim. Dear me, let me congratulate you. I wish somebody would come here.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(running up to foot of staircase upÌý¸é.Ìýand looking off), I expect that's why George is keeping you such a long time. (Turning toÌý±Ê¾±³¾.) Brian, my young man, the well-known painter--only nobody has ever heard of him--he's smoking a pipe with George in the library and asking for his niece's hand. (Coming back toÌý±Ê¾±³¾,Ìýand taking his hands, she dances round with him in a circle.)

(±Ê¾±³¾Ìýfalls exhausted and coughing on to setteeÌý³¢.ÌýandÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýlaughing sits on setteeÌý¸é.)

Dinah. Isn't it exciting? You're really rather lucky, Mr. Pim--I mean being told so soon. Even Olivia doesn't know yet.

Pim. Yes, yes, I congratulate you, Miss Marden. Perhaps it would be better--(About to get up.)

(´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýcomes in from staircase upÌý¸é.ÌýShe comes toÌý°ä.)

Anne. Mr. Marden is out at the moment, sir--

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(disappointed). Oh!

´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌý(seeing Dinah). Oh, I didn't see you, Miss Dinah!

Pim. Out! Eh? Dear! Dear!

Dinah, It's all right, Anne. (Rising.)ÌýI'm looking after Mr. Pim.

Anne. Very well, Miss.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(sotto voce). Out! Oh, well, I'd better go--

(ExitÌý´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýup staircaseÌýµþ.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(excitedly). That's me. (Running up to foot of staircase and watchingÌý´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýoff.) They can't discuss me in the library without breaking down--(coming downÌý¸é.Ìýand imitatingÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýandÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô)--so they're walking up and down outside, and slashing at the thistles in order to conceal their emotion. You know. I expect Brian--(Crossing up toÌý¸é.Ìýof window.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(rising, calling). Miss Marden! Miss Marden! (Looking at his watch.) Yes, I think, Miss Marden, I had better go now and return a little later. I have a telegram which I want to send, and perhaps by the time I come back your uncle will be able--

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(coming to Pim). Oh, but how disappointing of you, when we were getting on together so nicely! And it was just going to be your turn to tell me all about yourself.

Pim. I have really nothing to tell, Miss Marden. I have a letter of introduction to your uncle, who in turn will give me, I hope, a letter to a certain distinguished man whom it is necessary for me to meet. That is all. (Holding out his hand.) And now, Miss Marden, I really think I'd better be going.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(taking his arm and hading him up stageÌý°ä.ÌýtoÌý³¢.). Oh, I'll start you on your way to the post office.

Pim. Will you? Now, that's really very kind of you.

Dinah. No, it isn't.

Pim. Oh, but it is! You're a very kind little girl.

Dinah. I want to know if you're married--

Pim. Oh, no, I'm not married.

Dinah.--and all that sort of thing. You've got heaps to tell me, Mr. Pim. Have you got your hat? (±Ê¾±³¾Ìýshows his hat.) Oh yes! That's right.

(Brian Strange comes in from window upÌý¸é.ÌýHe is whatÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcalls a damned futuristic painter chap, aged 24. To look at he is a very pleasant boy, rather untidily dressed. He is about to tellÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýthe result of his interview withÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýwhen he catches sight ofÌý±Ê¾±³¾.)

Then we'll--hullo, here's Brian! (Crossing below and to hisÌý¸é.Ìýseizing him.) Brian, this is Mr. Pim! Mr. Carraway Pim. He's been telling me all about himself.

Pim. I haven't said a word. I never opened my mouth.

Dinah. It's so interesting. He's just going to send a telegram, and then he's coming back again. Mr. Pim--(coyly and moving down to head of setteeÌý¸é.)--this is Brian--youÌý°ì²Ô´Ç·É,

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(nodding). How-do-you-do?

Pim. How-do-you-do, sir?

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(pleadingly and crossing belowÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýto Pim), You won't mind going to the post office by yourself now, will you? (Coyly moving up to chair by writing-table and nervously kicking her ankle, etc.) Because, you see, Brian and I--(She looks lovingly atÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(moved to sentiment). Miss Dinah and Mr.--er--Brian, I have only come into your lives for a moment, and it is probable that I shall now pass out of them for ever, but perhaps you will permit an old man--

Dinah. Oh, not so old!

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(chuckling happily). Not old? Well, shall we say a middle-aged man--(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýnods assent.Ìý±Ê¾±³¾Ìýlaughs again)--a middle-aged man to wish you both every happiness in the years that you have before you. (Crossing in front ofÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó,Ìýshakes hands withÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) Good-bye--(shaking hands with Dinah)--good-bye, and thank you so much. Oh, I know my way. (Moving upÌý³¢.Ìýand turning toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó.) Turn to the left and down the hill? Turn to the left and down the hill.

(ExitÌý±Ê¾±³¾ÌýupÌý³¢.ÌýDinah watches him off upÌý³¢.Ìýon terrace andÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýupÌý¸é.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(coming into the room below writing-table toÌý¸é.°ä.). Brian, he'll get lost if he goes that way.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(crossing at back of windows and calling after him upÌý³¢.). Round to the left, sir. Yes, that's right. (He comes back into the room, crossing downÌý³¢.°ä.) Rum old bird. Who is he?

Dinah. Darling, you haven't kissed me yet.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(moving up to her and pulling her down to below setteeÌý³¢.), Oh, I say. I oughtn't to, but then one never ought to do the nice things.

Dinah. Why oughtn't you?

(They sit on the sofa together--µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýtoÌý¸é.,ÌýDinah toÌý³¢.)

Brian. Well, we said we'd be good until we'd told your uncle and aunt all about it. You see, being a guest in their house--

Dinah. But, darling child, what have you been doing all this morning except telling George?

Brian. Oh, trying to tell George.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(nodding). Yes, of course, there's a difference.

Brian. I think he guessed there was something up, and he took me down to see the pigs--he said he had to see the pigs at once--I don't know why; an appointment perhaps. And we talked about pigs all the way, and I couldn't say, "Talking about pigs, I want to marry your niece--"

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(with mock indignation). Oh, of course you couldn't.

Brian. No. Well, you see how it was. And then when we'd finished talking about pigs, we started talking to the pigs--

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(eagerly). Oh, how is Arnold?

Brian. Arnold...? Oh yes, that's the little black-and-white one? He's very jolly, I believe, but naturally I wasn't thinking about him much. I was wondering how to begin. And then Lumsden came up, and wanted to talk pig-food, and the atmosphere grew less and less romantic, and--and I gradually drifted away.

Dinah. Oh, poor darling! Well, we shall have to approach him through Olivia.

Brian. But I always wanted to tell her first; she's so much easier. Only you wouldn't let me.

Dinah. That's your fault, Brian. You would tell Olivia that she ought to have orange-and-black curtains in here.

Brian. But she wants orange and black curtains in here.

Dinah. Yes. (Rising and standing with her back to fire, imitatingÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.) But George says he's not going to have any Futuristic nonsense in an honest English country house, which has been good enough for his father and his grandfather and his great-grandfather, and--and all the rest of them. (Kneels on settee.) So there's a sort of strained feeling between Olivia and George just now, and if Olivia were to--sort of recommend you, well, it wouldn't do you much good.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(looking at her). I see. Of course I know what you want, Dinah.

Dinah. What do I want?

Brian. You want a secret engagement--

Dinah. Oh!

Brian. And notes left under door-mats--

Dinah. Oh!

Brian. And meetings by the withered thorn--

Dinah. Oh!

Brian. When all the household is asleep.

Dinah. Oh!

Brian. I know you.

Dinah. Oh, but it is such fun! I love meeting people by withered thorns.

Brian. Well, I'm not going to have it.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(childishly, sitting close to him). Oh, George! Look at us being husbandy!

Brian. You babe! I adore you. (He kisses her and holds her hands.) You know, you're rather throwing yourself away on me. Do you mind?

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(putting her legs up on settee and reclining her head on his shoulder). Not a bit.

Brian. We shall never be rich, but we shall have lots of fun, and meet interesting people, and feel that we're doing something worth doing, and not getting paid nearly enough for it, and we can curse the Academy together and the British Public, and--oh, it's an exciting life.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(seeing it). I shall love it.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(sincerely). I'll make you love it. You shan't be sorry, Dinah.

Dinah. You shan't be sorry either, Brian.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(looking at her lovingly). Oh, I know I shan't.... What will Olivia think about it? Will she be surprised?

Dinah. Olivia? Oh, she's never surprised. She always seems to have thought of things about half an hour before they happen. George just begins to get hold of them about half an hour after they've happened. (Considering him, stroking his hair.) After all, there's no reason why George shouldn't like you, darling.

Brian. I'm not his sort, you know, really.

Dinah. You're more Olivia's sort. Well, we'll tell Olivia this morning.

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcomes in from top of staircase up R.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(coming in). And what are you going to tell Olivia this morning? (They jump up and go to her.)

Dinah. Olivia, darling--

Olivia, Oh, well, I think I can guess,

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýgoes to herÌý¸é,ÌýandÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýto herÌý³¢.,Ìýand they bring her downÌý°ä.)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(following). Say you understand, Mrs. Marden.

Olivia. Mrs. Marden, I am afraid, is a very dense person, Brian, but I think if you asked Olivia if she understood--

Brian. Bless you, Olivia. I knew you'd be on our side.

Dinah. Of course she would.

Olivia. I don't know if it's usual to kiss an aunt-in-law, Brian, but Dinah is such a very special sort of niece that--(she inclines her cheek andÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýkisses it).

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(backing away toÌýµþ.Ìýa little). I say, you are in luck to-day, Brian.

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýmoves upÌý°ä.Ìýlaughing.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(crossing below setteeÌý³¢.Ìýand upÌý³¢.Ìýto cabinet). And how many people have been told the good news? Brian. Nobody yet.

Dinah. Except Mr. Pim.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(crossing down to Dinah). Oh, does he--

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(timing as she reaches cabinet, upÌý³¢.), Who's Mr. Pim?

Dinah. Oh, he just happened--(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýtakes curtains and work-basket from centre cupboard of cabinet.)--I say, are those the curtains? Then you're going to have them after all?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(with an air of surprise, coming down L., and putting work-basket on table L.C. and sitting with curtains). After all what? But I decided on them long ago. (ToÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) You haven't told George yet.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(moving to below stoolÌý³¢.°ä.). I began to, you know, but I never got any farther than "Er--there's just--er--"

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(crossing quickly belowÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand speaking into her face). George would talk about pigs all the time.

Olivia. Well, I suppose you want me to help you.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(sitting toÌý³¢.Ìýof Olivia). Oh, do, darling.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(sits on stoolÌý³¢.°ä.). It would be awfully decent of you. Of course, I'm not quite his sort really--

Dinah. You're my sort.

Brian. But I don't think he objects to me, and--

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcomes in from terrace, a typical, narrow-minded, honest country gentleman of forty odd.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýrises hurriedly and crosses to above piano toÌý¸é.ÌýDinah rises and stands by fireplace.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýunfolds curtains and prepares to sew.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(at the windows--he does not see Brian). Hullo! Hullo! Hullo! What's all this about a Mr. Pim? Who is he? Where is he? (He puts his cap on table, and comes down, into room.) I had most important business with Lumsden, and the girl comes down and cackles about a Mr. Pim, or Ping, or something. Where did I put his card? (Bringing it out.) Carraway Pim. Never heard of him in my life, (Moves back to writing-table and puts down card.)

Dinah. He said he had a letter of introduction, Uncle George.

George. Oh, you saw him, did you! (Comes downÌý°ä.ÌýtoÌý¸é.) Yes, that reminds me, there was a letter--(he brings it out and reads it).

Dinah. He had to send a telegram. He's coming back.

Olivia. Pass me those scissors, Brian.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(crossing to above tableÌý³¢.°ä.). These? (he passes them.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(givingÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýa nod of encouragement and looking round at Dinah). Thank you.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(reading). Ah well, a friend of Brymer's, Glad to oblige him. Yes, I know the man he wants. Coming back, you say, Dinah? (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýnods.) Then I'll be going back too. Send him down to the farm, Olivia, when he comes. (Going up meetsÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) Hallo, what happened to you? (Still moving up a little.)

Olivia. Don't go, George, there's something we want to talk about. (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýgives a long whistle. All look sheepish andÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýnotices their attitude.)

George. Hallo, what's this?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(quickly and over back of i.e. table to Olivia). Shall I---! (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýpantomimes. "Yes, do.")

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(with a roguish loot at Dinah). Yes, (Sticks needle in work.)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(stepping out toÌý°ä.) I've been wanting to tell you all this morning, sir, only I didn't seem to have an opportunity of getting it out.

George. Well, what is it?

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýtaken aback for a moment, looks toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýfor encouragement. She nods approval and turning toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó,Ìýtakes her hand encouragingly--)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(boldly). I want to marry Dinah, sir.

George. You want to marry Dinah? God bless my soul!

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(rushing to him below and to hisÌý¸é.Ìýand pulling her cheek against his coat, and her hands on his shoulder). Oh, do say you like the idea, Uncle George.

George. Like the idea! (Taking her hands from his shoulder.) Have you heard of this nonsense, Olivia?

(Movement of annoyance fromÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó.)

Olivia. They've just this moment told me, George. I think they would be happy together.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(crossing to fire-placeÌý³¢.,Ìýto Brian). And what do you propose to be happy together on?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(R.C.). Well, of course, I know it doesn't amount to much at present, but we shan't starve.

Dinah. Brian got fifty pounds for a picture last March!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(a little upset by this). Oh! (Recovering gamely.) And how many pictures have you sold since?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(gives a nervous look atÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹ÌýandÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó,Ìýwho then sits on setteeÌý¸é.). Well, none, but--

George. None! And I don't wonder. Who the devil is going to buy pictures with triangular clouds and square sheep? (µþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýannoyed, moves upÌý¸é.°ä.) And they call that Art nowadays! Good God, man (moving up to the windows), go outside and look at the clouds!

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(busy stitching rings on curtains). If he draws round clouds in future, George, will you let him marry Dinah?

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýlooks round, annoyed.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýis hopeful and comes down towardsÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(upset by this, coming down to head ofÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýtable). What--what? Yes, of course, you would be on his side--all this Futuristic nonsense. (°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcommences to sew.) I'm just taking these clouds as an example. (Crossing toÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) I suppose I can see as well as any man in the county, and I say that clouds aren't triangular.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(ingratiatingly). After all, sir, at my age one is naturally experimenting, and trying to find one's (with a laugh)--well, it sounds priggish, but one's medium of expression. I shall find out what I want to do directly, but I think I shall always be able to earn enough to live on. Well, I have for the last three years.

George. I see, and now you want to experiment with a wife--

Brian. Yes--no--no--

Dinah. Yes, you do,

Brian. Yes.

George. And you propose to experimenting with my niece?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(with a shrug). Well, of course, if you--

Olivia. You could help the experiment, darling, by giving Dinah a good allowance until she's twenty-one.

George. Help the experiment! I don't want to help the experiment. (Crossing up to writing-table.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(apologetically). Oh, I thought you did.

George. You will talk as if I was made of money. What with taxes always going up and rents always going down, it's as much as we can do to rub along as we are (to back ofÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýtable), without making allowances to everybody who thinks she wants to get married. (ToÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) And that's thanks to you, my friend.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(surprised). To me?

Olivia. You never told me, darling. What's Brian been doing?

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(indignantly). He hasn't been doing anything.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(round to foot of tableÌý³¢.°ä.). He's one of your Socialists who go turning the country upside down.

Olivia. But even Socialists must get married sometimes.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(crossing belowÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýto fireplace). I don't see any necessity.

Olivia. But you'd have nobody to damn after dinner, darling, if they all died out.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(coming a littleÌý°ä.). Really, sir, I don't see what my politics and my art have got to do with it. I'm perfectly ready not to talk about either when I'm in your house, and as Dinah doesn't seem to object to them------

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(moving towardsÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýand championing him). I should think she doesn't.

George. Oh, you can get round the women, I daresay.

Brian. Well, it's Dinah I want to marry and live with. So what it really comes to is that you don't think I can support a wife.

George. Well, if you're going to do it by selling pictures, I don't think you can.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(moving toÌý¸é.Ìýof tableÌý³¢.°ä.). All right, tell me how much you want me to earn in a year, and I'll earn it.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(hedging). It isn't merely a question of money. I just mention that as one thing--one of the important things. (³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcrosses toÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýwho backs towardsÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó.) In addition to that, I think you are both too young to marry. (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýstamps her foot.) I don't think you know your own minds (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýkneels dejectedly on setteeÌý¸é.), and I am not at all persuaded that, with what I venture to call your outrageous tastes------

Dinah. Oh!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýYou and my niece will live happily together. (Pause. Crossing up to writing-table, sits.) Just because she thinks she loves you, Dinah may persuade herself now that she agrees with all you say and do, but she has been properly brought up in an honest English country household--(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýthrows up her arms and buries her face in her hands on piano) and--er--she--well, in short, I cannot at all approve of any engagement between you. (Getting up.) Olivia, if this Mr.--er--Pim comes, I shall be down at the farm You might send him along to me.

(He walks towards the windows upÌý³¢.)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(moving upÌý¸é.,Ìýfollowed byÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó;Ìýindignantly). Is there any reason why I shouldn't marry a girl who has been properly brought up?

George. I think you know my views, Strange.

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó,Ìýdisappointed, crosses downÌý¸é.Ìýagain to below tableÌý¸é.°ä.)

Olivia. George, wait a moment, dear. We can't quite leave it like this.

George. I have said all I want to say on the subject.

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýsits on setteeÌý¸é.)

Olivia. Yes, darling, but I haven't begun to say all that I want to say on the subject.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(crossing down to back of tableÌý³¢.°ä.). Of course, if you have anything to say, Olivia, I will listen to it; but I don't know that this is quite the time--(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýmakes a marked movement as she is sewing the curtains), or that you have chosen--(looking darkly at the curtains)--quite the occupation likely to--er--endear your views to me.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(mutinously, rising quickly and crossing to stool on which she kneels and looks up intoÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð'²õÌýface and bangs the table). I may as well tell you, Uncle George, that I have got a good deal to say, too.

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýcrosses down to herÌý¸é.,Ìýgingerly pulling her sleeve, trying to restrain her.)

Olivia. Yes, darling. I can guess what you are going to say, Dinah, and I think you had better keep it for the moment.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(meekly, backing toÌý¸é.ÌýbelowÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýand toÌý³¢.Ìýof tableÌý¸é.°ä.). Yes, Aunt Olivia.

Olivia. Brian, you might take her outside for a walk. I expect you have plenty to talk about.

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýandÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýmove upÌý¸é.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(following them up). Now mind, Strange, no love-making. I put you on your honour about that.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(looking round dubiously at Dinah). I'll do my best to avoid it, sir.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(cheekily). May I take his arm if we go up a hill?

Olivia. I'm sure you'll know how to behave--both of you.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(R. of writing-table). Come on, then, Dinah.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(following him). Right-o. (They exeunt through windows and off toÌý³¢.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(as they go). And if you do see any clouds, Strange, take a good look at them. (He chuckles to himself.) Triangular clouds--I never heard of such nonsense. (He goes back to his chair at the writing-table and sits.) Futuristic rubbish... Well, Olivia?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(sewing curtains). Well, George?

George. What are you doing?

Olivia. Making curtains--(grunt of disapproval from George)--George. Won't they be rather sweet? Oh, but I forgot--you don't like them.

George. No. I don't like them, and what is more, I don't mean to have them in my house. As I told you yesterday, this is the house of a simple country gentleman, and I don't want any of these new-fangled ideas in it.

Olivia. Is marrying for love a new-fangled idea?

George. We'll come to that directly. None of you women can keep to the point. What I am saying now is that the house of my fathers and forefathers is good enough for me.

Olivia. Do you know, George, I can hear one of your ancestors saying that to his wife in their smelly old cave--(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýlooks up annoyed at her levity)--when the new-fangled idea of building houses was first suggested. "The Cave of my Forefathers is good enough for------"

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rising and coming toÌý¸é.ÌýofÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýtable). That's ridiculous. Naturally we must have progress. But that's just the point. (Indicating the curtains.) I don't call this sort of thing progress. It's--ah--retrogression.

Olivia. Well, anyhow, it's pretty.

George. There I disagree with you. And I must say once more that I will not have them hanging in my house. (Going upÌý¸é.°ä.)

Olivia. Very well, George. (But she goes on working.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(seeing her continuing to sew, stops). That being so, I don't see the necessity of going on with them.

Olivia. Well, I must do something with them now I've got the material.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýgoes up to writing-table, sits and writes.)

I thought perhaps I could sell them when they're finished--as we're so poor.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(turns to her with surprised look). What do you mean--so poor?

Olivia. Well, you said just now that you couldn't give Dinah an allowance because rents had gone down.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(annoyed). Confound it, Olivia! Keep to the point! We'll talk about Dinah's affairs directly. We're discussing our own affairs at the moment.

Olivia. But what is there to discuss, dear?

George. Well, those ridiculous things.

Olivia. But we've finished that. You've said you wouldn't have them hanging in your house, and I've said, "Very well, George."--(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýis again annoyed.)--Now we can go on to Dinah, and Brian.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(shouting). But put these beastly things away.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(rising and gathering up the curtains). Very well, George.

(Going upÌý³¢.Ìýshe places the curtains on the cabinet.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(waits impatiently until she has put them away on top of cabinet). Ah! That's better.

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcomes to tableÌý³¢.°ä.,Ìýcloses her workbox and then crosses down to setteeÌý¸é.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rising and crossing down toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand placing arms lovingly on her shoulder). Now look here, Olivia, old girl, you've been a jolly good wife to me--(takes his arms from her shoulder)--and we don't often have rows, and if I've been rude to you about this--lost my temper a bit perhaps, what?--I'll say I'm sorry. May I have a kiss?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(holding up her face). George, darling! (He kisses her.) Do you love me?

George. You know I do, old girl.

Olivia. As much as Brian loves Dinah?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(stiffly, taking her hands from his shoulders). I've said all I want to say about that. (He goes away from her toÌý³¢.)

Olivia. Oh, but there must be lots you want to say and perhaps don't like to. (Sits on setteeÌý¸é.) Do tell me, darling.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coming back toÌý°ä.). What it comes to is this. I consider that Dinah is too young to choose a husband for herself, and that Strange isn't the husband I should choose for her.

Olivia. You were calling him Brian yesterday.

George. Yesterday I regarded him as a boy, now he wants me to look upon him as a man.

Olivia. He's twenty-four.

George. Yes, and Dinah's nineteen. Ridiculous. (Crossing up to smoking-table upÌý¸é.,Ìýand filling his pipe which he finds on table.)

Olivia. If he'd been a Conservative, and thought that clouds were round, I suppose he'd have seemed older, somehow.

George. That's a different point altogether. That has nothing to do with his age.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(innocently). Oh, I thought it had.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(crossing downÌý°ä.Ìýstuffing tobacco into his pipe). What I am objecting to is these ridiculously early marriages before either party knows its own mind, much less the mind of the other party. (Moving to fireplace looking for a match.) Such marriages invariably lead to unhappiness.

Olivia. Of course, my first marriage wasn't a happy one.

George. As you know, Olivia, I dislike speaking about your first marriage at all--(takes a match from table down L.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýrises slowly and goes up toÌý¸é.Ìýof writing-table)--and I had no intention of bringing it up now, but since you mention it--well, there's a case in point. (Sits on setteeÌý³¢.,Ìýlighting his pipe.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(looking back at it). When I was eighteen, I was in love.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(turning to her). What?

Olivia. Or perhaps I only thought I was, and I don't know if I should have been happy or not if I had married him. But my father made me marry Mr. Jacob Telworthy. (³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýlooks up at her, annoyed.) And when things were too hot for him in England--"too hot for him"--I think that was the expression we used in those days--then we went to Australia, and I left him there. (Goes slowly down to back of setteeÌý³¢.) And the only happy moment I had in all my married life was on the morning when I saw in the papers that he was dead. (Leans with her arms over back of settee.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(very uncomfortable yet lovingly taking her hands with his left hand). Yes, yes, my dear, I know, I know. You must have had a terrible time. I can hardly bear to think about it. My only hope is that I have made up to you for it in some degree. (She places her left cheek lovingly on his head.) (Dropping her hands.) But I don't see what bearing it has upon Dinah's case.

Olivia. Oh, none, except that myÌý´Ú²¹³Ù³ó±ð°ùÌýliked Jacob's political opinions and his views on art. (Moving slowly roundÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýtable to below stool at foot.) I expect that that was why he chose him for me.

George. You seem to think that I wish to choose a husband for Dinah. I don't at all. Let her choose whom she likes as long as he can support her and there's a chance of their being happy together. Now, with regard to this fellow--

Olivia. You mean Brian?

George. Well, he's got no money, and he's been brought up in quite a different way from Dinah. Dinah may be prepared to believe that--er--all cows are blue, and that--er--waves are square, but she won't go on believing it for ever.

Olivia. Neither will Brian.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(moving toÌý¸é.Ìýend of settee). Well, that's what I keep telling him, only he won't see it. Just as I keep telling you about those ridiculous curtains. (Points to cupboard with pipe in right hand over his left shoulder.) It seems to me that I am the only person in the house with any eyesight left.

Olivia. Perhaps you are, darling; but you must let us find out our own mistakes for ourselves. (Sits on stoolÌý³¢.°ä.) At any rate, Brian is a gentleman; he loves Dinah, Dinah loves him; he's earning enough to support himself, and you are earning enough to support Dinah.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(amazed). What?

Olivia. I think it's worth risking, George.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(stiffly). I can only say the whole question demands much more anxious thought than you seem to have given it. You say that he is a gentleman. He knows how to behave, I admit; but if his morals are as topsy-turvy as his tastes and--er--politics, as I've no doubt they are (rising and moving toÌý³¢.), then-er--In short, I do not approve of Brian Strange as a husband for my niece and ward. (Knocks pipe out downÌý³¢.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(looking at him thoughtfully). You are a curious mixture, George. You were so very unconventional when you married me, and you're so very conventional when Brian wants to marry Dinah.... George Marden to marry the widow of a convict!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(advancing). Convict! What do you mean?

Olivia. Jacob Telworthy, convict--I forget his number--surely I told you all this, dear, when we got engaged?

George. Never!

Olivia. Oh, but I told you how he carelessly put the wrong signature to a cheque for a thousand pounds in England; how he made a little mistake about two or three companies he'd promoted in Australia; and how--

George. Yes, yes (crossing slowly toÌý°ä.Ìýbelow Olivia), but you never told me he'd been--er--well--convicted!

Olivia. What difference does it make?

George. My dear Olivia, if you can't see that--a--a--oh, well!

Olivia. Oh! A convict! So, you see, we needn't be too particular about our niece, need we?

George. I think we had better leave your first husband out of the conversation altogether. I never wished to refer to him; I never wish to hear about him again. I certainly had not realized that he was actually--er--well--convicted for his--er--(moving to writing-table and picking up his cap).

Olivia. Mistakes.

George. Well, we needn't go into that. As for this other matter, I don't for a moment take it seriously. Dinah is an exceptionally pretty girl, and young. Strange is a good-looking boy. (Coming down to back of setteeÌý³¢.) If they are attracted to each other, it is a mere outward attraction which I am convinced will not lead to any lasting happiness. (°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýis about to protest.) That must be regarded as my last word in the matter, Olivia. If this Mr.--er--what was his name, comes, I shall be down at the farm. (³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýgoes out by the staircase upÌý¸é.)

(Left alone,Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýrises, goes upÌý°ä.,Ìýtakes up her curtains again and crossing downÌý³¢.Ìýsits on settee, and gets calmly to work upon them.)

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýcomes in by the windows from upÌý¸é.Ìýand crosses toÌý³¢.Ìýwindow at back, then seeingÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹,Ìýbeckons toÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýand runs down to back of settee toÌý¸é.Ìýof Olivia.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýenters from upÌý¸é.,Ìýand follows down to back of tableÌý³¢.°ä.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(over back of settee). Finished?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(startled). Oh, no, I've got all these rings to put on.

Dinah. I meant talking to George.

Olivia. Oh!

Brian. We walked about outside------

Dinah. Until we heard him not talking to you any more------

Brian. And we didn't kiss each other once.

Dinah and µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(pointing roguishly and with satisfaction at Olivia). Ah!

Dinah. Brian was very George-like. He wouldn't even let me tickle the back of his neck. (She goes suddenly toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand sits on herÌý³¢.) Darling (putting her arms roundÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand kissing her), being George-like is a very nice thing to be--I mean a nice thing for other people to be--I mean--oh, you know what I mean. But say that he's going to be decent about it.

Olivia. Of course he is, Dinah.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(sits on stoolÌý³¢.°ä.,Ìýand leans forward eagerly). You mean he'll let me come here as--as------

Dinah. As my young man?

Olivia. Oh, I think so.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(kissing Olivia). Olivia, you're a wonder.

(Embraces her round the neck.)

(Rising and crossing belowÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýtouching him on the shoulder.)

Brian!

(Crossing to piano, sits and plays five bars of "The Wedding March," rises and crosses at back ofÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýtoÌý³¢.ÌýofÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýbehind settee.)

Have you really talked him round?

Olivia. I haven't said anything yet.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(very disappointed). Oh!

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýrises and backs toÌý°ä.)

Olivia. But I dare say I shall think of something.

Brian. Oh! my lord.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(disappointedly). Oh!

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(going upÌý°ä.). After all, Dinah, I'm going back to London to-morrow------

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(crossing quickly towards Brian). Oh, no, no!

Olivia. Now, Dinah. You can be good for one more day, and then when Brian isn't here, we'll see what we can do.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(placing her hands onÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô'²õÌýshoulders). Yes, but I didn't want him to go back to-morrow.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(sternly, taking her hands away). Must. Hard work before me. (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýmoves to back of tableÌý³¢.°ä.) Earn thousands a year. (Going downÌý¸é.ÌýDinah andÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýare amused). Paint the Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey, life-size, including chains of office; paint slice of haddock on plate. Copy Landseer for old gentleman in Bayswater. Design antimacassar for middle-aged sofa in Streatham. (Sitting and putting his legs up on settee R.) Oh, yes. Earn a living for you. Dinah.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(giggling). Oh, Brian, you're heavenly. What fun we shall have when we're married.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(with exaggerated dignity). Sir Brian Strange, R.A., if you please, Miss Marden. Sir Brian Strange, R.A., writes: "Your Sanogene has proved a most excellent tonic. After completing the third acre of my Academy picture, 'The Mayor and Corporation of Pudsey,' I was completely exhausted, but one bottle of Sanogene revived me, and I finished the remaining seven acres at a single sitting."

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(rising and looking about her). Brian, find my scissors for me. (Sits again.)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(rising and crossing toÌý°ä.). Scissors. Sir Brian Strange, R.A., looks for scissors.

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýclasping his hands behind his back, with a very important walk, looks first on the top end of piano, then on writing-table at back.Ìý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýplayfully follows him round, imitating his walk.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýcrosses to cabinet up L. and finds the scissors on top, takes them up and in a threatening attitude turns toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó,Ìýexclaiming, "Ha, ha!"Ìý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýwith a little playful scream backs to chair below writing-table, and sits. Holding up scissors.)

Once more we must record an unqualified success for the eminent Academician. (Turning toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand with a bow hands them over the back of settee to her.) Your scissors.

Olivia. Thank you so much.

Dinah. Come on, Brian, let's go out. I feel open-airy.

(They go upÌý¸é.)

Olivia. Don't be late for lunch, there's good people. Lady Marden is coming.

Dinah. Aunt Juli-ah! Help! (She faints inÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô'²õÌýarms.) That means a clean pinafore. Brian, you'll jolly well have to brush your hair.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(feeling it). I suppose there's no time now to go up to London and get it cut?

(EnterÌý´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýfrom stairs up R. and comes to foot of staircase, followed byÌý±Ê¾±³¾,Ìýwho comes half-way down the stairs.)

Anne. Mr. Pim!

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(delighted). Hullo. Mr. Pim! (Imitating a clown.) Here we are again! You can't get rid of us so easily, you see.

Pim. I--er--dear Miss Marden------(Crosses down toÌý°ä.)

Olivia. How-do-you-do, Mr. Pim? I can't get up, but do come and sit down (±Ê¾±³¾Ìýshakes hands withÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.) My husband will be here in a minute. Anne, send somebody down to the farm------

Anne, I think I heard the Master in the library, madam.

Olivia. Oh, will you tell him then?

Anne. Yes, madam,

(´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýgoes out up staircase.)

Olivia. You'll stay to lunch, of course, Mr. Pim?

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(coming downÌý°ä.ÌýtoÌý¸é.) Oh, do!

Pim. It's very kind of you, Mrs. Marden, but-------

Dinah. Oh, you simply must, Mr. Pim. You haven't told us half enough about yourself yet. I want to hear all about your early life.

Olivia. Dinah!

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýsits at piano and plays thirty-two bars of "If you could only care.")

Pim. Oh, we are almost, I might say, old friends, Mrs. Marden.

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýcomes down and kneels on setteeÌý¸é.,Ìýlistening toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýplaying.)

Dinah. Of course we are. He knows Brian, too. There's more in Mr. Pim than you think. You will stay to lunch, won't you?

Pim. (sits on stoolÌý³¢.°ä.) It's very kind of you to ask me, Mrs. Marden, but I am lunching with the Trevors.

Olivia. Oh, well, you must come to lunch another day.

Pim. Oh, thank you, thank you.

Dinah. The reason why we like Mr. Pim so much is that he was the first person to congratulate us. We feel that he is going to have a great influence on our lives.

Pim. (to Olivia). I, so to speak, stumbled on the engagement this morning, and--er--

Olivia. I see. Children, you must go and tidy yourselves up. Run along.

Brian. Sir Brian and Lady Strange never run; they walk.

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýstops playing.) (Offering hisÌý¸é.Ìýarm and bowing.) Madam!

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýcurtsies and takes his arm and they go upÌý°ä.)

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýtakes mincing steps and playfully shakes her hand at Mr. Pim, who is amused.)

Dinah. Au revoir, Mr. Pim. (Dramatically.) We--shall--meet--again!

(±Ê¾±³¾.Ìýlaughing heartily, rises and bows.)

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýandÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýgo out through the window upÌý°ä.ÌýtoÌý³¢.)

Olivia. You must forgive them, Mr. Pim. They're such children. And naturally they're rather excited just now.

Pim. Oh, naturally, naturally!

Olivia. Of course you won't say anything about their engagement. We only heard about it five minutes ago, and nothing has been settled yet.

Pim. Of course, of course!

(EnterÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýfrom staircase upÌý¸é.)

George. Ah, Mr. Pim, we meet at last. Sorry to have kept you waiting before. (Shaking hands.) How are you? How are you?

Pim. The apology should come from me, Mr. Marden, for having--er--

George. Not at all. Very glad to meet you now. Any friend of Brymer's. You want a letter to this man Fanshawe?

Olivia. Shall I be in your way at all?

Pim. Oh, no, no, please don't.

George. Oh, no. It's only just a question of a letter. Fanshawe will put you in the way of seeing all that you want to see. (Crossing up to writing-table, sits.) He's a very old friend of mine. (Taking a sheet of notepaper and turning in chair toÌý±Ê¾±³¾.) You'll stay to lunch, of course?

Pim. It's very kind of you, but I'm lunching with the Trevors. (Sits settee R. and puts down his hat and gloves.)

George. Ah, well, they'll look after you all right. Good chap, Trevor.

Pim. Oh, very good ... very good. (ToÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.) You see, Mrs. Marden, I have only recently arrived from Australia--(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýstops in her sewing andÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýlooks up)--after travelling about the world for some years, and I'm rather out of touch with my--er--fellow-workers in London.

Olivia. I see! You've been in Australia, Mr. Pim?

Pim. Oh, yes, I------

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(after a loud cough). Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Pim. I shan't be a moment.

Pim. Oh, that's all right, thank you. (ToÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.) Oh, yes, I have been in Australia more than once in the last few years.

Olivia. Really? I used to live at Sydney many years ago. Do you know Sydney at all?

Pim. Oh, yes, I was------

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coughing). H'r'm! Perhaps I'd better mention that you are a friend of the Trevors?

Pim. Thank you, thank you. (ToÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.) Indeed yes, I spent several months in Sydney a few years ago.

Olivia. How curious! I wonder if we have any friends in common there.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coughing and gruffly). Extremely unlikely, I should think. Sydney is a very big place.

Pim. True, true, but the world is a very small place, Mr. Marden. I had a remarkable instance of that, coming over on the boat this last time.

George. Ah! (Feeling that the conversation is now safe, he resumes his letter.)

Pim. Yes. There was a man I used to employ in Sydney some years ago, a bad fellow, I'm afraid, Mrs. Marden, who had been in prison for some kind of fraudulent company-promoting and had taken to drink and--and so on.

Olivia. Yes, yes, I understand.

Pim. Drinking himself to death, I should have said. I gave him at the most another year to live. Yet to my amazement the first person I saw as I stepped on board the boat that brought me to England last week was this fellow. There was no mistaking him. I spoke to him, in fact; we recognized each other.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýrises.)

Olivia. Really?

Pim. He was travelling steerage; we didn't meet again on board, and as it happened at Marseilles, this poor fellow--er--now what was his name? A very unusual one. Began with a--a T, I think.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(with suppressed feeling). Yes, Mr. Pim, yes? (She puts out a hand toÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(in an undertone, taking her hand). Nonsense, dear!

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(triumphantly). I've got it! Telworthy!

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(draws back in settee, overcome). Telworthy!

George. Good God!

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(a little surprised at the success of his story). An unusual name, is it not? Not a name you could forget when once you had heard it.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(with feeling, gazing into space with hands clenched). No, it is not a name you could forget when once you had heard it.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(hastily coming over to Pim). Quite so, Mr. Pim, a most remarkable name, a most odd story altogether. Well, well, here's your letter--(±Ê¾±³¾Ìýrises and tales letter)--and if you're sure you won't stay to lunch------

Pim. No, thank you. You see, I'm lunching with------

George. With the Trevors, yes. I remember you told me. (Taking his arm and hurrying him upÌý°ä.) I'll just see you on your way.... (ToÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹,Ìýwho does not noticeÌý±Ê¾±³¾Ìýholding out his hand to say good-bye.) Er--my dear------

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(holding out her hand, but not looking at him). Good-bye, Mr. Pim.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(shaking hands with Olivia). Good-bye, good-bye!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(taking him by the arm upÌý³¢.Ìýtowards the windows). This way, this way. Quicker for you.

Pim, Thank you, thank you.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýhurries him upÌý°ä.Ìýand he exits to L.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýlooks into the past and shudders.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcomes back toÌý°ä.)

George. Good God! Telworthy! (´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýenters from upÌý¸é.Ìýand comes to foot of staircase.) Is it possible?

(BeforeÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcan answer, Lady Marden is announced.)

Anne. Lady Marden.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcrosses down toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand touches her on the shoulder. They pull themselves together, andÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýrises and is crossing towardsÌý°ä.Ìýto greet Lady Marden, who does not appear.)

Quick Curtain.

Act Two

Scene.--The same scene and furniture with addition of a camp table and five camp chairs outside on terrace at back centre. Lunch is over. Lady Marden's whip and gloves are on writing-table.

(´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýenters with coffee for five on salver, from double doorsÌý¸é.,Ìýand is about to place it on tableÌý³¢.°ä.ÌýwhenÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹,Ìýwho follows her on, says:)

Olivia. We'll have coffee on the terrace, Anne.

Anne. Very good, madam. (Moves upÌý³¢.Ìýand places salver on camp table on terrace.)

(Lady Marden followsÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýfrom double doors R.Ìý´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýcrosses at back of windows toÌý¸é.)

Olivia. We'll have coffee on the terrace, Aunt Julia.

(Lady Marden crosses in front ofÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand upÌý³¢.Ìýthrough windows and sitsÌý¸é.Ìýat back of camp table.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýfollows Lady Marden, meetsÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹,Ìýand both throw up their arms despairingly.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcrosses upÌý³¢.Ìýthrough windows and sits toÌý³¢.Ìýof camp table.Ìý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýandÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýfollowÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýon.)

(´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýexits at doorsÌý¸é.)

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýturns, and seeingÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýis annoyed, followsÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹ÌýupÌý³¢.Ìýand sitsÌý³¢.Ìýof Lady Marden.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(to Brian). I know Aunt Julia likes a little music.

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýcomes down to piano and takes up small guitar.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýcrosses toÌý³¢.,Ìýlaughing at her. She goes upÌý³¢.Ìýof writing-table, playing and singing, and crosses round back of writing-table and sits toÌý¸é.Ìýof camp table,Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýfollows her and stands with his back to windows.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýand Lady Marden are annoyed withÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó'²õÌýplaying, and tell her to stop, and she does so.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýpours milk intoÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó'²õÌýcup andÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýpasses it to her; she drinks and then commences to play again and is stopped by looks from Lady Marden andÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.)

Lady MardenÌý(to Dinah). No! No! Don't do it!

Olivia. Your aunt does not like it, dear.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýandÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýwant to be alone, so doÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýandÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó.ÌýAt lastÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýmurmurs something about a cigarette-case, and catchingÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó'²õÌýeye, comes into the room. He leans against the sofa downÌý³¢.Ìýand waits for her.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(loudly, as she comes in strumming on guitar). Have you found it?

Brian. Found what?

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(in her ordinary voice, crossing quickly down to Brian). That was just for their benefit. I said I'd help you find it. It is your cigarette-case we're looking for, isn't it?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(taking it out). Yes. Have one?

Dinah. No, thank you, darling. (µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýgoes upÌý¸é.Ìýin smoking-table for a match.) Aunt Juli-ah still thinks it's unladylike.... Have you ever seen her beagling? (Comes down to piano, puts down instrument.)

Brian. No. Is that very ladylike?

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(sitting on setteeÌý¸é.). Very.... I say, what has happened, do you think?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(moving down to back of tableÌý¸é.°ä.). Everything. I love you, and you love me.

Dinah. Silly! I meant between George and Olivia. Didn't you notice them at lunch?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(sits on table). I noticed that you seemed to be doing most of the talking. But then I've noticed that before sometimes. Do you think Olivia and your uncle have quarrelled because of us?

Dinah. Of course not. George may think he has quarrelled, but I'm quite sure Olivia hasn't. No (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýbeckons toÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýwho comes and sits above her), I believe Mr. Pim's at the bottom of it. He's brought some terribly sad news about George's investments. (Rising and facingÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) The old home will have to be sold up.

Brian. Good. Then your uncle won't mind your marrying me.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(by table above setteeÌý¸é.). Yes, darling, but you must be more dramatic about it than that. "George," you must say, with tears in your eyes, "I cannot pay off the whole of the mortgage for you. I have only two and ninepence; but at least let me take your niece off your hands." Then George will (hitting him on the shoulder) thump you on the back and say gruffly (crossing toÌý³¢.), "You're a good fellow, Brian, a damn good fellow," and he'll blow his nose very loudly, and say, "Confound this cigar, it won't draw properly."

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(rising and crossing to Dinah). Dinah, you're a heavenly idiot. And you've simply got to marry me, uncles or no uncles.

Dinah. Hush! (She takes his hand and they sit on setteeÌý³¢.,Ìýhiding from others at back). It will have to be "uncles," I'm afraid, because, you see, I'm his ward, and I can get sent to Chancery or Coventry or somewhere beastly, if I marry without his consent, Haven't you got anybody who objects to your marrying me?

Brian. Nobody, thank Heaven.

Dinah. Well, that's rather disappointing of you. I saw myself fascinating your aged father at the same time that you were fascinating George. I should have done it much better than you. As a George-fascinator you aren't very successful, sweetheart.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(kissing her hand). What am I like as a Dinah-fascinator?

Dinah. Plus six, darling.

Brian. Then I'll stick to that and leave George to Olivia.

Dinah. I expect she'll manage him all right. I have great faith in Olivia. But you'll marry me, anyhow, won't you, Brian?

Brian. I will.

Dinah. Even if we have to wait till I'm twenty-one?

Brian. Even if we have to wait till you're fifty-one.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(holding out her hands to him). Darling!

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(uneasily). I say, don't do that.

Dinah. Why not?

Brian. Well, I promised I wouldn't kiss you.

Dinah. Oh! (Rising and crossing toÌý°ä.,Ìýwatching the others at back). Well, you might just send me a kiss. You can look the other way as if you didn't know I was here.

Brian. Like this?

(He looks the other way, kisses the tips of his fingers, and flicks it carelessly in her direction. She pretends to catch it, kissing her own hands.)

Dinah. That was a lovely one. Now here's one coming for you.

(She throws him a kiss. He catches it gracefully and conveys it to his mouth.)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(rising, and with a low bow). Madam, I thank you.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(curtsying). Your servant, Mr. Strange,

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(rising from outside). Dinah!

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(jumping up). Hullo! (Moving quickly to piano, plays "Mickey.")

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýthrows away his cigarette and walks toÌý³¢.)

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcomes in through the window upÌý³¢.,Ìýfollowed byÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýand Lady Marden, the latter a vigorous young woman of sixty odd, who always looks as if she were beagling.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(coming down toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýabove piano). Aunt Julia wants to see the pigs, dear. I wish you'd take her down. I'm rather tired, and your uncle has some business to attend to.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýsits in chair upÌý°ä.Ìýin front of writing-table.)

Lady MardenÌý(moving downÌý°ä.), I've always said that you don't take enough exercise, Olivia. (Turning to others.) Look at me--sixty-five and proud of it. (Goes upÌý¸é.Ìýand takes up gloves and riding-whip from writing-table.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(taking off her coatee). Yes, Aunt Julia, you're wonderful.

Dinah. How old would Olivia be if she took exercise?

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹,Ìýsmiling, but with an admonishing look atÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó,Ìýcomes upÌý¸é.Ìýand places her coatee on balustrade.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(from upÌý°ä.). Don't fool about asking silly questions, Dinah. Your aunt hasn't much time.

Brian. May I come, too, Lady Marden?

Lady MardenÌý(coming down centre to Brian). Well, a little exercise wouldn't do you any harm, Mr. Strange. You're an artist, ain't you?

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýstops playing.)

Brian. Well, I try to paint.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(rises and moves toÌý¸é.°ä.). He sold a picture last March for------

George. Yes, yes, never mind that now.

Lady Marden. Yes, unhealthy life. (Going toÌý¸é.Ìýof writing-table and crossing at back, turns toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýandÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) Well, come along.

(She strides out upÌý³¢.,Ìýfollowed byÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýandÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýwho upsetÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð'²õÌýpapers on writing-table as they go.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýtakes the curtains and workbox fromÌý°ä.Ìýcupboard of cabinet and comes downÌý³¢.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(looking up and seeing Olivia). Really, Olivia, we've got something more important, more vital to us than curtains, to discuss, now that we are alone at last.

Olivia. I wasn't going to discuss them, dear. (Sits.)

George. Of course, I'm always glad to see Aunt Julia in my house, but I wish she hadn't chosen this day of all days to come to lunch.

Olivia. It wasn't Aunt Julia's fault. It was really Mr. Pim who chose the wrong day.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(fiercely and rising). Good heavens, is it true?

Olivia. About Jacob Telworthy?

George. Yon told me he was dead. (Moving down toÌý³¢.ÌýofÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýtable.) You always said that he was dead.

Olivia. Well, I always thought that he was dead. He was as dead as anybody could be. All the papers said he was dead.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(scornfully). The papers!(Crossing up to smoking-table for his pipe.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(as if this would settle it for George). The Times said he was dead. There was a paragraph about him. Apparently even his death was fraudulent.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coming downÌý°ä.). Yes, yes, I'm not blaming you, Olivia, but what are we going to do, that's the question, what are we going to do? My God, it's horrible! (Crossing to fireplace.) You've never been married to me at all! You don't seem to understand.

Olivia. It is a little difficult to realize. You see, it doesn't seem to have made any difference to our happiness.

George. No, that's what's so terrible. (°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýlooks up surprised.) I mean--well, of course, we were quite innocent in the matter. (Sits in arm-chair downÌý³¢.) But, at the same time, nothing can get over the fact that we--we had no right to--to be happy.

Olivia. Would you rather we had been miserable?

George. You're Telworthy's wife, that's what you don't seem to understand. You're Telworthy's wife. You--er--forgive me, Olivia, but it's the horrible truth--you committed bigamy when you married me. (In horror, going upÌý³¢.) Bigamy! (Coming round toÌý°ä.)

Olivia. It is an ugly word, isn't it?

George. Yes, but you don't understand. (Coming quickly downÌý°ä.,Ìýsits on stoolÌý³¢.°ä.,Ìýfacing her.) Look here, Olivia, old girl, the whole thing is nonsense, eh? It isn't your husband, it's some other Telworthy that this fellow met. That's right, isn't it? Some other shady swindler who turned up on the boat, eh? This sort of thing doesn't happen to people like us--committing bigamy and all that. Some other fellow.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(shaking her head). I knew all the shady swindlers in Sydney.... They came to dinner.... There were no others called Telworthy.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rising with gesture of despair). Well, what are we going to do?

Olivia. You sent Mr. Pim away so quickly. He might have told us things. Telworthy's plans. Where he is now. You hurried him away so quickly.

George. I've sent a note round to ask him to come back. My one idea at the moment was to get him out of the house--to hush things up. (Going up to writing-table.)

Olivia. You can't hush up two husbands.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(in despair). You can't. (Sits at writing-table.) Everybody will know. Everybody!

Olivia. The children, Aunt Julia, they may as well know now as later. Mr. Pim must, of course.

George. I do not propose to discuss my private affairs with Mr. Pim------

Olivia. But he's mixed himself up in them rather, hasn't he, and if you're going to ask him questions------

George. I only propose to ask him one question. I shall ask him if he is absolutely certain of this fellow's name. I can do that quite easily without letting him know the reason for my inquiry.

Olivia. You couldn't make a mistake about a name like Telworthy. But he might tell us something about Telworthy's plans. Perhaps he's going back to Australia at once. Perhaps he thinks I'm dead, too. Perhaps--oh, there are so many things I want to know.

George. Yes, yes, dear. It would be interesting to--that is, one naturally wants to know these things, but of course it doesn't make any real difference.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(surprised). No difference?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rising and coming down to back of setteeÌý³¢.). Well, that is to say, you're as much his wife if he's in Australia as you are if he's in England.

Olivia. I am not his wife at all. (Shaking her head.) Jacob Telworthy may be alive, but I am not his wife. I ceased to be his wife when I became yours.

George. You never were my wife. (Annoyed and crossing toÌý¸é.Ìýand back again toÌý³¢.°ä.) That is the terrible part of it. Our union--you make me say it, Olivia--has been unhallowed by the Church. Unhallowed even by the Law. Legally, we have been living in--living in--well, the point is, how does the Law stand? I imagine that Telworthy could get a--a divorce.... Oh, it seems impossible that things like this can be happening to us. (Going upÌý°ä.)

Olivia. A divorce?

George. I--I imagine so.

Olivia. But then we could really get married, and we shouldn't be living in--living in--whatever we were living in before.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coming down toÌý¸é.Ìýof tableÌý³¢.°ä.). I can't understand you, Olivia. You talk about it so calmly, as if there was nothing blameworthy in being divorced.

Olivia. Yes, but------

George. As if there was nothing unusual in my marrying a divorced woman.

Olivia. Yes, but------

George. As if there was nothing wrong in our having lived together for years without having been married.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(placing her hands on table). What seems wrong to me is that I lived for five years with a bad man whom I hated. What seems right to me is that I lived for five years with a good man whom I love.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(taking and patting her hands affectionately). Yes, yes, my dear, I know. (Drops her hands and moves toÌý°ä.) But right and wrong don't settle themselves as easily as that. We've been living together when you were Telworthy's wife. That's wrong.

Olivia. Do you mean wicked?

George. Well, no doubt the Court would consider that we acted in perfect innocence------

Olivia. What Court?

George. Well, you see, my dear, these things have to be done legally, of course. (Moving toÌý¸é.Ìýto settee, thinking it out.) I believe the proper method is a nullity suit, declaring our marriage null and--er--void. It would, so to speak, wipe out these years of--er---(Moving back toÌý°ä.)

Olivia. Wickedness?

George. Of irregular union, and-er--then------

Olivia. Then I could go back to Jacob.... Do you really mean that, George?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(uneasily). Well, dear, you see-that's how things are--one can't get away from--er--------

Olivia. What you feel is that Telworthy has the greater claim? You are prepared to--make way for him?

George. Both the Church and the Law would say that I had no claim at all, I'm afraid. I--I suppose I haven't.

Olivia. I see. (She looks at him curiously.) Thank you for making it so clear, George.

George. Of course, whether or not you go back to--er--Telworthy is another matter altogether. (Crossing to fireplace.) That would naturally be for you to decide.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(cheerfully). For me and Jacko to decide.

George. Er--Jacko?

Olivia. I used to call my first husband--I mean my only husband--Jacko. I didn't like the name of Jacob, and Jacko seemed to suit him somehow. (Enjoying the joke.) He had very long arms. (³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýis very annoyed.) Poor Jacko.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(annoyed). You don't seem to realize that this is not a joke, Olivia.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(still amused). It may not be a joke, but it is funny, isn't it?

George. I must say I don't see anything funny in a tragedy that has wrecked two lives.

Olivia. Two? Oh, but Jacko's life isn't wrecked. It has just been miraculously restored to him. And a wife, too. There's nothing tragic for Jacko in it.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(stiffly). I was referring to our two lives--yours and mine.

Olivia. Yours, George? Your life isn't wrecked. The Court will absolve you of all blame; your friends will sympathize with you, and tell you that I was a designing woman who deliberately took you in; your Aunt Julia--

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(overwrought). Stop it! (Crossing over to her.) What do you mean? Have you no heart? (°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýgives a little hurt cry.) Do you think I want to lose you, Olivia? (Sits on herÌý³¢.) Do you think I want my home broken up like this? Haven't you been happy with me these last five years?

Olivia. Very happy.

George. Well then, how can you talk like that?

Olivia. But you want to send me away,

George. There you go again. I don't want to. I have hardly had time to realize just what it will mean to me when you go. The fact is I simply daren't realize it. I daren't think about it.

Olivia. Try thinking about it, George.

George. And you talk as if I wanted to send you away!

Olivia. Try thinking about it, George.

George. You don't seem to understand that I'm not sending you away. You simply aren't mine to keep.

Olivia. Whose am I?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(dubiously). Your husband's. Telworthy's.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(gently). If I belong to anybody but myself, I think I belong to you.

George. Not in the eyes of the Law. Not in the eyes of the Church. Not even in the eyes of--er------

Olivia. The County?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(annoyed). I was about to say "Heaven."

Olivia. Oh!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rising and crossing belowÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹ÌýtoÌý°ä.). That this should happen to us!

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýworks in silence. Then she shakes out her curtains.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(looking at them). I do hope Jacko will like these.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(turning and seeing curtains). What! You------(Going up to her quickly and taking her by the hands raises her from the settee.) Olivia, Olivia, have you no heart?

Olivia. Ought you to talk like that to another man's wife?

George. Confound it, is this just a joke to you?

Olivia. You must forgive me, George; I am a little over-excited--at the thought of returning to Jacob.

George. Do you want to return to him?

Olivia. One wants to do what is right. In the eyes of--er--Heaven.

George. Seeing what sort of a man he is, I have no doubt that you could get a separation, supposing that he didn't--er--divorce you. I don't know what is best. I must consult my solicitor. The whole position has been sprung on us, and (miserably sits on stoolÌý³¢.°ä.) I don't know, I don't know. I can't take it all in. (Leaning forward and burying his face in his hands.)

Olivia. Wouldn't you like to consult your Aunt Julia too? She could tell you what the County--I mean what Heaven really thought about it.

George. Yes, yes. Aunt Julia has plenty of common sense. You're quite right, Olivia. This isn't a thing we can keep from the family.

Olivia. Do I still call her AuntÌý´³³Ü±ô¾±²¹?

(´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýcomes in from staircase upÌý¸é.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýdoes not see her, butÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýattracts his attention.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(looking up at Olivia). What? What? (Rising and crossing up to Anne.) Well, what is it?

Anne. Mr. Pim says he will come down at once, sir.

George. Oh, thank you, thank you.

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýpicks up curtains.Ìý´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýgoes out up staircase upÌý¸é.)

Olivia. George, Mr. Pim has got to know.

George. I don't see the necessity.

Olivia. Not even for me? When a woman suddenly hears that her long-lost husband is restored to her, don't you think she wants to ask questions? Where is he living, and how is he looking, and--

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(very angry, going to writing-table, sits). Of course, if you are interested in these things--

Olivia. How can I help being? Don't be so silly, George. (Moves up toÌý¸é.ÌýofÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýwith the curtains on her arm.) We must know what Jacko--

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(annoyed) I wish you wouldn't call him by that ridiculous name.

Olivia. My husband--

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(wincing). Yes, well--your husband?

Olivia. Well, we must know his plans--where we can communicate with him, and so on.

George. I have no wish to communicate with him.

Olivia. I'm afraid you'll have to, dear.

George. I don't see the necessity.

Olivia. Well, you'll want to--to apologize to him for living with his wife for so long. (³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýlooks up and round at her nonplussed). And as I belong to him, he ought to be told where he can--call for me.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(after a struggle and scratching his head). You put it in a very peculiar way, but I see your point. (With a shudder.) Oh, the horrible publicity of it all! (Turns away and leans on writing-table.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(going up to him and comforting him, placing her hands on his shoulders). Poor George. Dear, don't think I don't sympathize with you. I understand so exactly what you are feeling. The publicity! It's terrible.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(miserably and turning in his chair to her). I want to do what's right. You believe that, don't you?

Olivia. Of course I do. (Taking her hands away.) It's only that we don't quite agree as to what is right and what is wrong.

George. It isn't a question of agreeing. Right is right, and wrong is wrong, all the world over.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(with a sad little smile). But more particularly in Buckinghamshire, I think.

George. If I only considered myself, I should say: "Let us pack this man Telworthy back to Australia. He would make no claim. He would accept money to go away and say nothing about it." If I consulted simply my own happiness, Olivia, that, is what I should say. But when I consult--er--

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(with great feeling). Mine?

George. My conscience------

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(disappointed). Oh!

George. Then I can't do it. (Rises and is going upÌý³¢.) It's wrong.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(making her first appeal). Yes; but, George, don't you think I'm worth a little--

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(turning round, seeingÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýcoming). H'sh! Dinah! (Moves back to writing-table. Loudly forÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó'²õÌýbenefit.) Well, then I'll write to him and--Ah, Dinah, where's Aunt Julia?

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(coming in from upÌý³¢.). We've seen the pigs, and now she's discussing the Art of Landseer with Brian. (Crossing in front of writing-table toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.) I just came to ask--

Olivia. Dinah, dear, bring Aunt Julia here. And Brian too. We have things we want to talk about with you all.

Dinah. Right-o! (Moves back upÌý³¢.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(outraged). Olivia!

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(turning on terrace). What fun!

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýgoes to tableÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýand picks up her work-box. Exit DinahÌý³¢.)

George. Olivia, you don't seriously suggest that we should discuss these things with a child like Dinah and a young man like Strange, a mere acquaintance.

Olivia. Dinah will have to know. I'm very fond of her, George. You can't send me away without telling Dinah. And Brian is my friend. (Moving to cabinet, puts curtains and work-box on top of cabinet.) You have your solicitor and your aunt and your conscience to consult--mayn't I even have Brian?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(forgetting). I should have thought that your husband--

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(coming down toÌý³¢.Ìýback end of setteeÌý³¢.). Yes, but we don't know where Jacko is.

George. I was not referring to--er--Telworthy.

Olivia. Well then?

George. Oh, of course--You--naturally I--Oh, this is horrible! (Sits with his face in his hands at writing-table.)

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýis about to speak to him as Lady Marden enters from upÌý³¢.ÌýLady Marden looks atÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð,Ìýthen moves down to centre.Ìý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýfollows and comes toÌý³¢.Ìýback end of settee.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýfollowsÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýand comes to back of table L.C.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýmoves round toÌý³¢.Ìýend of setteeÌý³¢.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(after a pause). George and I have had some rather bad news, Aunt Julia. We wanted your advice. Where will you sit?

Lady Marden. Thank you, Olivia. I can sit down by myself.

(She does so, on lower end of setteeÌý¸é.,Ìýmoving cushion away.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(to Dinah). You sit there, my darling.

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýsits in arm-chair downÌý³¢.ÌýandÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýon setteeÌý³¢.ÌýThere is a good pause.Ìý´¡±ô±ôÌýare looking very uncomfortable.)

Lady Marden. Well, what is it?

(Another pause.Ìý´¡±ô±ôÌýare still looking very uncomfortable.)

Money, I suppose; nobody's safe nowadays.

(There is another good pause.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýlooks up hopelessly at Lady Marden.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýmoves up inquisitively towardsÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð,Ìýwho turns and gradually raising his head catches sight ofÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýand gives him a severe look andÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýretreats quickly to back ofÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýtable.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(signalling for help). Olivia------

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(after a pause). We've just heard that my first husband is still alive.

Dinah. Telworthy!

Brian. Good Lord!

Lady Marden. George!

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(excitedly). And only this morning I was saying that nothing ever happened in this house! (Rising from arm-chair and sitting toÌý³¢.ÌýofÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand remorsefully to her.) Darling, I don't mean that. Darling one!

Lady Marden. What does this mean, George? I leave you for ten minutes--barely ten minutes--to go and look at the pigs, and when I come back you tell me that Olivia is a bigamist.

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýjumps up and moves toÌý³¢.Ìýof setteeÌý³¢.)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(indignantly advancing towards Lady Marden). I say------

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(restraining him). H'sh!

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand taking her hand across tableÌý³¢.°ä.). If this is a row, I'm on your side.

Lady Marden. Well, George?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rising and coming down to Lady Marden). I'm afraid it's true, Aunt Julia. (Taking stool fromÌý³¢.°ä.ÌýtoÌý°ä.,Ìýsits on it.Ìý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýsits in arm-chair downÌý³¢.) We heard the news just before lunch--just before you came. We've only this moment had an opportunity of talking about it, of wondering what to do.

Lady Marden. What was his name------Tel--something------

Olivia. Jacob Telworthy.

Lady MardenÌý(in amazement). So he's alive still?

George. Apparently. There seems to be no doubt about it.

Lady MardenÌý(to Olivia). Didn't you see him die? I should always want to see my husband die before I married again. Not that I approve of second marriages, anyhow. I told you so at the time, George.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.ÌýAnd me, Aunt Julia.

Lady Marden. Did I? Well, I generally say what I think.

George. I ought to tell you, Aunt Julia, that no blame attaches to Olivia over this. Of that I am perfectly satisfied. It's nobody's fault, except------

Lady Marden. Except Telworthy's. He seems to have been rather careless. Well, what are you going to do about it?

George. That's just it. It's a terrible situation (With a gesture of despair.) There's bound to be so much publicity. Not only all this, but--but Telworthy's past.

Lady Marden. I should have said that it was Telworthy's present which, was the trouble. Had he a past as well?

Olivia. He was a fraudulent company promoter. He went to prison a good deal.

(General consternation.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýgives a long whistle and goes up.)

Lady Marden. George, you never told me this!

George. I--er------

Olivia. I don't see why he should want to talk about it.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(indignantly rising and moving to L. end of setteeÌý³¢.). What's it got to do with Olivia, anyhow? It's not herÌý´Ú²¹³Ü±ô³Ù.

Lady MardenÌý(sarcastically and emphatically). Oh, no, I daresay it's mine.

(There is an uncomfortable pause.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(to George). You wanted to ask Aunt Julia what was the right thing to do.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(crossing down L.C. and bursting out). Good Heavens, what is there to do except the one and only thing? (They all look at him and he becomes embarrassed and backs up stage a little.) I'm sorry. You don't want meÌý³Ù´Ç------

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(taking his hand across tableÌý³¢.°ä.).ÌýI do, Brian.

Lady Marden. Well, go on, Mr. Strange. What would you do in George's position?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(crosses down to back of tableÌý³¢.°ä.). Do? Say to the woman I loved, "You're mineÌý(bangs table with his fist), and let this other damned fellow come and take you from me if he can!" And he couldn't--how could he?--not if the woman chose me.

(Lady Marden gazes atÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýin amazement,Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýin anger.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýpresses his hand gratefully. He has said what she has been waiting--oh, so eagerly--forÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýto say.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýrises and goes angrily up toÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýwho defies him.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýis subdued and moves helplessly upÌý°ä.Ìýfollowed byÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýwho is still defiant.Ìý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýrises and runs upÌý³¢.Ìýand round back of setteeÌý³¢.Ìýand up to left ofÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýand takes his arm.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(adoringly). Oh, Brian! (In a loud whisper.) It is me, isn't it, and not Olivia?

Brian. You baby, of course!

Lady Marden. I'm afraid, Mr. Strange (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýwith an exclamation of annoyance comes down toÌý³¢.Ìýof setteeÌý³¢.), your morals are as peculiar as your views on Art.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(down to back of tableÌý³¢.°ä.). This is not a question of morals or of art, it's a question of love.

Dinah. Hear, hear!

Lady MardenÌý(to George). Isn't it that girl's bed-time yet?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýand taking her hand). We'll let her sit up a little longer if she's good.

Dinah. I will be good, Olivia (aggressively to Lady Marden), only I thought anybody, however important a debate was, was allowed to say "Hear, hear!"

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coming downÌý°ä.). Really, Olivia, I really think we could discuss this better if Mr. Strange took Dinah out for a walk. Strange, If you--er------

Olivia. Tell them what you have settled first, George.

Lady Marden. Settled? What is there to be settled? It settles itself.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(sadly). That's just it.

Lady Marden. The marriage must be annulled--is that the word, George?

George. I presume so. (Sits on stoolÌý°ä.)

Lady Marden. One's solicitor will know all about that, of course.

Brian. And when the marriage has been annulled, what then?

Lady Marden. Presumably Olivia will return to her husband.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(bitterly to Lady Marden). And that's morality! As expounded by Bishop Landseer!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(angered, rising and facing Brian). I don't know what you mean by Bishop Landseer. Morality is acting in accordance with the Laws of the Land and the Laws of the Church. I am quite prepared to believe that your creed embraces neither marriage (¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýgives a little cry and bangs a cushion on settee angrily) nor monogamy, but my creed is different.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(fiercely). My creed includes both marriage and monogamy, and monogamy means sticking to the woman you love, as long as she wants you.

Lady MardenÌý(calmly). You suggest that George and Olivia should go on living together, although they have never been legally married. Bless the man, what do you think the County would say?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(scornfully). Does it matter?

Dinah. Well, if you really want to know, the men would say, "Gad, she's a fine woman; I don't wonder he sticks to her," and the women would say, "I can't think what he sees in her to stick to her like that," and they'd both say, "After all, he may be a damn fool, but you can't deny he's a sportsman."

(Lady Marden is very indignant.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(indignantly). Was it for this sort of thing Olivia, that you insisted on having Dinah and Mr. Strange in here? To insult me in my own house?

Lady Marden. I can't think what young people are coming to nowadays.

Olivia. I think, dear, you and Brian had better go.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(getting up). We will go. (Crossing belowÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand putting her knee on stool and looking cheekily up intoÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð'²õÌýface.) But I'm just going to say one thing, Uncle George. Brian and I are going to marry each other, and when we are married we'll stick to each other, however many of our dead husbands and wives turn up! Come on, Brian. (She goes upÌý°ä.Ìýand through window and goes out indignantly, followed by BrianÌý¸é.)

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýfollows them up.)

George. Upon my word, this is a pleasant discussion.

Olivia. I think the discussion is over, George. It is only a question of where I shall go, while you are bringing your--what sort of suit did you call it?

Lady MardenÌý(to George). Nullity suit. I suppose that is the best thing?

George. It's horrible. (Moving down between stool and Lady Marden.) The awful publicity. That it should be happening to us, that's what I can't get over.

Lady Marden. I don't remember anything of the sort in the Marden Family before, ever.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(absently). Lady Fanny.

Lady MardenÌý(recollecting). Yes, of course; but that was two hundred years ago. The standards were different then. (Rising and going upÌý°ä.ÌýtoÌý¸é.) Besides, it wasn't quite the same, anyhow.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(absently). No, it wasn't quite the same.

Lady MardenÌý(R. of writing-table). No. We shall all feel it. Terribly.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(his apology). If there were any other way! Olivia, what can I do? It is the only way, isn't it? All that that fellow said--of course, it sounds very well--but as things are.... (Crossing towardsÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.)ÌýIs there anything in marriage, or isn't there? You believe that there is, don't you? You aren't one of these Socialists. Well, then, can we go on living together when you're another man's wife? It isn't only what people will say, but it is wrong, isn't it?.... And supposing he doesn't divorce you, are we to go on living together, unmarried, for ever? (Lady Marden turns and listens.) Olivia, you seem to think that I'm just thinking of the publicity--what people will say. I'm not. I'm not. That comes in any way. But I want to do what's right, what's best. I don't mean what's best for us, what makes us happiest, I mean what's really best, what's rightest. What anybody else would do in my place. (°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýholds out her hands lovingly towards him.)ÌýI don't know. It's so unfair. You're not my wife at all, but I want to do what's right.... (Sits foot of tableÌý³¢.°ä.) Oh, Olivia, Olivia, you do understand, don't you?

(They have both forgotten Lady Marden.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýhas never taken her eyes off him as he makes his last attempt to convince himself.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(almost tenderly). So very, very well, George. Oh, I understand just what you are feeling. And oh, I do so wish that you could--(with a little sigh)--but then it wouldn't be George, not the George I married--(with a rueful little laugh)--or didn't quite marry.

Lady Marden. I must say, I think you are both talking a little wildly.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(repeating it, oh, so tenderly). Or didn't--quite--marry.

(She looks at him with all her heart in her eyes. She is giving him his last chance to say "Damn Telworthy; you're mine!" He rises and crosses toÌý¸é.ÌýHe struggles desperately with himself, turns toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.)

George. Olivia! Olivia! My darling!

(She rises. He crosses to her and takes her in his arms.)

(´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýenters from double doorsÌý¸é.)

Anne. Mr. Pim is here, sir.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(prompting him). Mr. Pim, dear.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(emerging from the struggle with an effort). Pim? Pim? Oh, ah, yes, of course. (Crossing up to Anne.) Mr. Pim. (Looking up.) Where have you put him?

Olivia. I want to see Mr. Pim, too, George.

Lady MardenÌý(coming downÌý°ä.ÌýtoÌý¸é.Ìýof tableÌý³¢.°ä.). Who on earth is Mr. Pim?

Olivia. Show him in here, Anne. (³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcomes back toÌý°ä.)

Anne. Yes, madam.

(She goes out double doorsÌý¸é.)

Olivia. It was Mr. Pim who told us about my husband. He came across with him in the boat, and recognized him as the Telworthy he knew in Australia.

Lady Marden. Oh! Shall I be in the way? (Moving down toÌý¸é.°ä.)

George. No, no. It doesn't matter, does it, Olivia?

Olivia. Please stay.

(Lady Marden sitsÌý¸é.Ìýsettee.)

(´¡²Ô²Ô±ðÌýenters at double doors followed by Mr. Pim.)

Anne. Mr. Pim.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(pulling himself together). Ah, Mr. Pim! Very good of you to have come.

Pim. Oh, not at all!

George. The fact is--er--(It is too much for him; he looks despairingly atÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.)

Olivia. We're so sorry to trouble you, Mr. Pim. By the way, do you know Lady Marden?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(centre). No, I haven't the honour.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(introducing). My Aunt! Mr. Pim.

(Mr. Pim and Lady Marden bow to each other.)

Olivia. Do come and sit down, won't you? (Pim is moving toÌý³¢.,Ìýturns and bumps intoÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð,Ìýwho is following him. She makes room for him on the sofa next to her.) The fact is, Mr. Pim, you gave us rather a surprise this morning, and before we had time to realize what it all meant, you had gone.

Pim. A surprise, Mrs. Marden? Dear me, not an unpleasant one, I hope?

Olivia. Well, rather a--surprising one. (Lady Marden coughs.)

(Pim sits toÌý¸é.ÌýofÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹,Ìýwho takes his hat and places it to herÌý³¢.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(turns to Lady Marden). Olivia, allow me a moment. Mr. Pim, you mentioned a man called Telworthy this morning. My wife used to (Lady Marden gives a pronounced cough)--that is to say, I used to--that is, there are reasons--

Olivia. I think we had better be perfectly frank, George.

Lady MardenÌý(aggressively). I am sixty-five years of age, Mr. Pim, and I can say that I've never had a moment's uneasiness by (beating her knee with her hand, stick in left hand) telling the truth.

(±Ê¾±³¾Ìýand Lady Marden fix each other with a look.Ìý±Ê¾±³¾Ìýthen looks atÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹ÌýandÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýand leans back on settee.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(after a desperate effort to keep up with the conversation). Oh!... I--er--I'm afraid I am rather at sea. Have I--er--left anything unsaid in presenting my credentials to you this morning?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýandÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹ÌýOh, no!

Pim. This Telworthy whom you mention--I seem to remember the name--

Olivia. Mr. Pim, you told us this morning of a man whom you had met on the boat, a man who had come down in the world, whom you had known in Sydney. A man called Telworthy.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(relieved). Ah, yes, yes, of course. (ToÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.) I did say Telworthy, didn't I? Most curious coincidence, Lady Marden. Poor man, poor man! Let me see, it must have been ten years ago--

George. Just a moment, Mr. Pim. You're quite sure that his name was Telworthy?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(to George). Telworthy--Telworthy--didn't I say Telworthy? Yes, that was it--Telworthy. Poor fellow!

Olivia. I'm going to be perfectly frank with you, Mr. Pim. I feel quite sure that I can trust you.

Pim. Oh, Mrs. Marden!

Olivia. This man Telworthy whom you met is my husband.

Pim. Your husband! (He looks in mild surprise atÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.) Your--er------

Olivia. My first husband. His death was announced six years ago. I had left him some years before that, but there seems no doubt from your story that he's still alive. His record--the country he comes from--above all, the very unusual name--Telworthy.

Pim. Telworthy--yes--certainly a most peculiar name. I remember saying so. Your first husband? Dear me! Dear me!

George. You understand, Mr. Pim, that all this is in absolute confidence.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(turning to George). Of course, of course.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(pulling his arm, trying to attract his attention). Well, since he is my husband, we naturally want to know something about him. Where is he now, for instance?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(surprised and turning to Olivia). Where is he now? But surely I told you? I told you what happened at Marseilles?

George. At Marseilles?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(to George). Yes, yes, poor fellow, it was most unfortunate. (To Lady Marden.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýagain pulls his arm, trying to attract his attention.) You must understand, Lady Marden, that although I had met the poor fellow before in Australia, I was never in any way intimate------

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(thumping the desk). Where is he now, that's what we want to know?

(Mr. Pim turns to him with a start.)

Olivia. Please, Mr. Pim!

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(to Olivia). Where is he now? But--but didn't I tell you of the curious fatality at Marseilles--poor fellow--the fish-bone?

All. Fish-bone?

Pim. Yes, yes, a herring, I understand.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(becoming hysterical). Do you mean he's dead?

Pim. Dead--of course he's dead. He's been dead------

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(laughing hysterically). Oh, Mr. Pim, you--oh, what a husband to have--oh, I------(But that is all she can say for the moment.)

Lady Marden. Pull yourself together, Olivia. (ToÌý±Ê¾±³¾.) So he really is dead this time?

Pim. Oh, undoubtedly, undoubtedly. A fish-bone lodged in his throat.

(Lady Marden retreats to setteeÌý¸é.Ìýagain.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(moving upÌý°ä.ÌýtoÌý³¢.Ìýwindow, trying to realize it). Dead! Dead!

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(rising and turning toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹,Ìýalarmed at her hysteria). Oh, but, Mrs. Marden!

Olivia. I think you must excuse me, Mr. Pim. (Crossing toÌý°ä.) But a herring! There's something about a herring------

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcomes quickly to her, very concerned.)

(±Ê¾±³¾Ìýis also very concerned.)

(Turning toÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.) Oh, George! (Shaking her head in a weak state of laughter, turns toÌý¸é.Ìýand is about to hurry out of the room towards staircaseÌý¸é.)

Quick Curtain.

Act Three

Scene.--The same and furniture exactly as in Act II.

(Mr. Pim is below setteeÌý³¢.Ìýstanding in same position as at the end of Act II. George Marden is in centre of stage and Lady Marden is at foot of staircase. Their altitude is the same as at the end of Act II, and all are concerned aboutÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹'²õÌýhysteria.)

George. Dead! Dead!

Pim. Oh dear! Oh dear! I'm afraid I broke the news rather hastily. The double shock of losing one husband and being restored to another--

Lady MardenÌý(coming to George). A dispensation of Providence, George. One can regard it in no other light. (Moves toÌý¸é.Ìýof writing-table.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coming to Pim). Yes! Yes! Well, I'm much obliged to you, Mr. Pim, for having come down to us this afternoon, and you understand that your news, though tardy, has been very welcome. De Mortuis, and so forth.

(Lady Marden crosses at back of writing-table toÌý³¢.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(sadly repeating).ÌýDe Mortuis--

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(shaking hands--anxious to get rid of him). Well, good-bye, and again our thanks.

(Crosses below and toÌý³¢.ÌýofÌý±Ê¾±³¾Ìýand rings bell below fireplace.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(crossing to centre). Not at all. I shouldn't have broken the news so hastily. (Catches sight of Lady Marden upÌý³¢.,Ìýand with a profound bow.) Good-bye, Lady Marden.

Lady MardenÌý(equally profound). Good-bye, Mr. Pim.

Pim. I'm afraid I broke the news too hastily. (Goes to tableÌýµþ.°ä.Ìýand takes upÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð'²õÌýcap in mistake for his hat and is moving towards double-doors whenÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð,Ìýnoting this, picks upÌý±Ê¾±³¾'²õÌýhat fromÌý³¢.Ìýof stage where it has been left from previousÌý´¡³¦³Ù,Ìýand crosses with it toÌý±Ê¾±³¾.)

George. Mr. Pim, excuse me, but I think this is yours.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(he takes it and looks at it closely, comparing it with the cap). This isn't my hat at all. (PutsÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð'²õÌýcap down on table again.)

No, that isn't my hat. (Takes his own hat fromÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.) This is my hat. Good-bye! (Shakes hands.) Thank you so much. (Looking at cap on table.) Oh, no! Oh, no! (Moves nearer to doorÌý¸é.) Telworthy... I think that was the name.

(Exit doorsÌý¸é.)

(Lady Marden, annoyed atÌý±Ê¾±³¾'²õÌýstupidity, comes down toÌý³¢.ÌýofÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(turning to Lady Marden and with a sigh of thankfulness). Well, this is wonderful news, Aunt Julia.

Lady Marden. Most providential. Well, I must be getting along now, George. Say good-bye to Olivia for me.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(crossing towards double-doors as if to open them). Good-bye, Aunt Julia.

Lady Marden. No! No! I'll go this way--(going up toÌý³¢.Ìýof writing-table)--and get Olivia out more, George. I don't like these hysterics. (Banging writing-table.) You want to be firmer with her.

George. Yes! Yes! Good-bye.

Lady MardenÌý(going off upÌý³¢.). Good-bye.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(back again down centre and with great thankfulness). Dead! Dead! (Moves down to below setteeÌý³¢.)

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýenters from staircase, watching him and coming quietly toÌý°ä.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(approaching her enthusiastically). Olivia! Olivia! (Is about to embrace her, but she restrains him.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(drawing herself up). Mrs. Telworthy!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(taken aback). What? Olivia! I--I don't understand.

Olivia. Well, darling, if my husband only died at Marseilles a few days ago------

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(scratching his head). Yes, I see--I see. Well, we can soon put that right. (Moving toÌý³¢.) A registry office in London. Better go up this afternoon. We can't do these things too quickly--we can stay at an hotel.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(pointedly). You and Mrs. Telworthy! (Moves slowly round back of setteeÌý³¢.)

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýmoves to centre.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(nonplussed). Oh--er--yes--yes--perhaps I'd better stay at my Club--yes! It will be a bit awkward at first. (With a sigh of relief.) However, nobody need know, and how much better than what we feared!

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcomes down to below setteeÌý³¢.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(advancing to embrace her). Olivia! Olivia!

(She repulses him and he crosses to herÌý³¢.)

Olivia. Mrs. Telworthy!

George. Yes--yes, I know, but why do you keep on saying it? What's the matter with you? You're so strange to-day. You're not like the Olivia I know.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(sits on settee toÌý¸é.). Perhaps you don't know me so very well, after all.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(sitting--affectionately to herÌý³¢.). Oh, that's nonsense--old girl. You're just my Olivia. Now we can get married again quietly and nobody will be any the worse.

Olivia. Married again! Oh, I see, you want me to marry you at a registry office to-morrow?

George. If we can arrange it by then. (Rising and crossing belowÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýto centre.) I don't know how long these things take, but I should imagine there would be no difficulty.

Olivia. Oh, no, I think that part of it ought to be quite easy. But--(She hesitates.)

George. But what?

Olivia. Well, if you want to marry me to-morrow, George, oughtn't you to propose to me first?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(amazed). Propose?

Olivia. Yes. It is usual, isn't it, to propose to a person before you marry her? And--and we want to do the usual thing, don't we?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(upset). But you--I mean we--

Olivia. You are George Marden, I am Olivia Telworthy, you are attracted by me and think I would make you a good wife, and you want to marry me--very well, then, naturally you propose to me first.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(falling into the humour of it, as he thinks, and with a hearty laugh moves to below stoolÌý³¢.°ä.). The baby! Did she want to be proposed to all over again?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(coyly). Well, she did rather.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rather fancying himself as an actor, he adopts what he considers to be an appropriate attitude). She shall then. Er--ah, Mrs. Telworthy, I have long admired you in silence, and the time has now come to put my admiration into words (but apparently he finds a difficulty)--er--er--

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(looking up at him quizzically and prompting him into words; repeating). I--I--(Looking down coyly.) Oh, Mr. Marden!

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýroars with laughter and crosses to centre.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(returning to her). Olivia--er--may I call you Olivia?

Olivia. Yes, George.

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýputs out her hand andÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýnotices it.)

George. I beg your pardon! Oh, I see. (Taking her hand in his he gives it a good slap and she winces.) Olivia, I--(Hesitates.)

Olivia. I don't want to interrupt, but oughtn't you to be on your knees? It is--usual, I believe.

George. Really, Olivia, you must allow me to manage my own proposal in my own way.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(meekly--and resuming her coyness). I'm sorry. Do go on.

George. Well--er--confound it, Olivia, I love you. Will you marry me?

Olivia. Thank you, George, I will think it over.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(laughing). Silly girl. (Pats her on the shoulder and crosses toÌý¸é.) Well, then, to-morrow morning. No wedding cake, I'm afraid, Olivia. (He laughs again and moves up centre.) But we'll go and have a good lunch somewhere.

Olivia. I will think it over, George.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(good-humouredly and coming down to back of settee to herÌý¸é.). Well, give me a kiss while you're thinking.

Olivia. I'm afraid you mustn't kiss me until we are actually engaged.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(laughing uneasily, and sitting and leaning over on tableÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýtowards Olivia). Oh, we needn't take it as seriously as all that.

Olivia. But a woman must take a proposal seriously.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(a little alarmed at last). What do you mean?

Olivia. Well, what I mean is that the whole question--(with a sly look at George)--as I heard somebody say once, demands much more anxious thought than either of us has given it. These hasty marriages------

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rising and crossing at back ofÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýround settee and toÌý³¢.Ìýof Olivia). Hasty!

Olivia. Well, you've only just proposed to me, and you want me to marry you to-morrow.

George. Now you're talking perfect nonsense, Olivia. You know quite well that our case is utterly different from--well--from any other.

Olivia. All the same, one must ask oneself questions. With a young girl like--well, with a young girl--love may well seem to be all that matters. But with a woman of my age it is different. I have to ask myself whether you can afford to support a wife.

George. You know perfectly well that I can afford to support a wife as my wife should be supported.

Olivia. Oh, I am glad. Then your income--you are not really worried about that at all?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(stiffly). You know perfectly well what my income is. I see no reason for anxiety, in the future.

Olivia. Ah, very well, then we needn't think about it any more.

George. You know I can't make out what you're up to. (Sits to herÌý³¢.Ìýon settee.) Don't you want to get married--to--er--legalize this extraordinary situation in which we are placed?

Olivia. I must consider the whole question very carefully. I can't just jump at the very first offer I have had since my husband died. (Rising and crossing to centre.)

George. Oh, so I'm under consideration, eh?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(moving upÌý¸é.°ä.). Every suitor is.

George. Oh, very well, go on! Go on!

Olivia. Well then, there's your niece. You have a niece living with you. Of course Dinah is a delightful girl, but one doesn't like marrying into a household where there's another grown-up woman. But perhaps she will be getting married herself soon.

George. I see no prospect of it.

Olivia. It would make it so much easier, George, if she did.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(rising). Is this a threat, Olivia? (Crossing up toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.) Are you telling me that if I do not allow young Strange to marry Dinah, you will not marry me?

Olivia. A threat? Oh, no, George. But I was just wondering if you love me as much as Brian loves Dinah. You do love me?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(from his heart). Of course I do, old girl.

Olivia. You're sure it's not just my pretty face that attracts you. Love which is based upon mere outward appearances cannot result in lasting happiness--as one of our thinkers has observed. (Moving down to setteeÌý¸é.)

George. Why should you doubt my love? You can't pretend that we haven't been happy together. (°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýsits on setteeÌý¸é.) I've--(taking a chair fromÌý³¢.Ìýof tableÌý¸é.°ä.Ìýbrings it down toÌý³¢.Ìýof Olivia) I've been a good pal to you, eh? We--we suit each other, old girl.

Olivia. Do we?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(sitting). Well, of course we do.

Olivia. I wonder. When two people of our age think of getting married, one wants to be quite sure that there is real community of ideas between them. Supposing that after we have been married some years we found ourselves getting estranged from each other upon such questions as Dinah's future, or the comparatively trivial matter like the right colour for a curtain, or the advice to be given to a friend who had innocently contracted a bigamous marriage. Think how bitterly we should regret our hasty plunge into a matrimony which was no true partnership, whether of tastes or ideas or even of consciences. (With a sigh.) Ah me!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(turning to her quickly). Unfortunately for your argument, Olivia, I can answer you out of your own mouth. You seem to have--(laughing)--forgotten what you said this morning in the case of--er--young Strange.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(with exaggerated reproach). Oh, but is it quite fair, George, to drag up what was said this morning?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(enjoying his apparent success). Ha ha! You've brought it on yourself.

Olivia. I?... Well, and what did I say this morning?

George. You said that it was quite enough that Strange was a gentleman and in love with Dinah for me to let them marry each other.

Olivia. Oh! But is that enough, George?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(triumphantly). Well, you said so.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(meekly). Well, George, if you think so too, I'm quite willing to risk it.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(kindly, rising and putting back chair upÌý¸é.°ä.). Ha ha, my dear! You see!

Olivia. Then you do think it's enough?

George. I--er--yes, yes, I--I think so.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(rising and going to him and putting her hands on his shoulders). My darling one! How jolly! Then we can have a double wedding.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(astonished). A double one!

Olivia. Yes, you and me, Brian and Dinah.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(firmly, and taking her hands from his shoulders). Now look here, Olivia, understand once and for all, I am not to be blackmailed into giving my consent to Dinah's engagement. Neither blackmailed nor tricked. (Crossing toÌý³¢.Ìýbelow settee.) Our marriage has nothing whatever to do with Dinah's.

Olivia. No, dear, I quite understand. They may take place about the same time, but they have nothing whatever to do with each other.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(sits on foot of tableÌý³¢.°ä.). I see no prospect of Dinah's marriage taking place for many years.

Olivia. No, dear, that was what I said.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(not understanding for the moment). You said------? I see. (Turning and facing her.) Now look here, Olivia, let us have this perfectly clear. You apparently insist on treating my--er--proposal as serious.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(mock surprise). But isn't it? Have you been trifling with me?

George. You know perfectly well what I mean. You treat it as an ordinary proposal for a man to a woman who have never been anything to each other before. Very well then, will you kindly tell me what you propose to do if you decide to--ah--accept me? You do not suggest that we should go on living together--unmarried?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(shocked). Of course not, George!! What would--(pausing for additional explanation)--the County--I mean Heaven--I mean the Law--I mean--of course not. Besides, it's so unnecessary. If I decide to accept you, of course I shall marry you.

George. Quite so. And if you--ah--decide to refuse me, what will you do?

Olivia. Nothing.

George. Meaning by that?

Olivia. Just that, George. I shall stay here--just as before.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýrises and approaches her, about to expostulate.)

I like this house. (Crossing belowÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð,Ìýlooking about the room to below setteeÌý³¢.) It wants a little redecorating, but I do like it, George... Yes, I shall be perfectly happy here! (Sits on settee.)

George. I see. You will continue to live down here--in spite of what you said just now about the--the immorality of it.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(surprised). But what is there immoral in a widow living alone in a big country house--with perhaps the niece of a dear friend of hers--staying with her to keep her company.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(sarcastic). Oh, and pray what shall I be doing when you've so very kindly taken possession of my house for me?

Olivia. You! Oh, I can't think! Travelling, I expect.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(indignant and advancing to her). Thank you! And suppose I refuse to be turned out of my own house?

Olivia. Then, seeing that we can't both be in it, it looks as though you'd have to turn me out. (To herself.) There must be legal ways of doing these things. You'd have to consult your solicitor again.

George. Legal ways?

Olivia. Well, you couldn't just throw me out, could you? You'd have to get an injunction against me--

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð,Ìývery annoyed, turns away.)

--or prosecute me for trespass--or something. Of course I shouldn't go if I could help it, I like the house so much.... It would make an awfully unusual case, wouldn't it? The papers would be full of it.

George. The papers!

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(calling as paper boy). Extra special! Widow of well-known ex-convict takes possession of J.P.'s house! Special! Special!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(angrily). I've had enough of this. (Coming to tableÌý³¢.°ä.Ìýand speaking across.) Do you mean all this nonsense?

Olivia. Well, what I doÌý³¾±ð²¹²ÔÌýis, 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.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(in a rage). I've never heard so much--damned (bangs table) ... nonsense in my life. I will leave you to come back to your senses.

(He goes out, up staircase upÌý¸é.)

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýrises and crosses to centre, watchingÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýoff. She kisses her hands to him, then turning toÌý³¢.Ìýsees curtains and work-box and extending her arms in ecstasy goes to cabinet, takes them up and comes down L.Ìý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýsits on settee with curtains in her lap and places the work-box to herÌý³¢.Ìýon settee, and as she does so Mr. Pim enters from upÌý¸é.Ìýthrough windows and coming toÌý¸é.Ìýof writing-table taps it with his umbrella to attractÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹'²õÌýattention. She turns and sees him. He looks nervously round at staircaseÌý¸é.Ìýfearing the return ofÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(in a whisper). Er--may I come in, Mrs. Marden?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(in surprise). Mr. Pim!

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(anxiously and again looking round at staircase). Mr. Marden is--er--not here?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(getting up). No! Do you want to see him? I will------

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(another look round at staircase and moving down centre). No, no, no! Not for the world. There is no immediate danger of his returning, Mrs. Marden?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(surprised). No, I don't think so, Mr. Pim. (Puts down curtains). But... what is it? You------

Pim. I took the liberty of returning by the window in the hope of finding you alone.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(sitting again). Yes?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(still rather nervous and throwing up his arms in distress). Mr. Marden will be so angry with me, and very rightly. Oh, I blame myself. I blame myself entirely. I don't know how I can have been so stupid. (Sits on stoolÌý³¢.°ä.Ìývery concerned).

Olivia. What is it, Mr. Pim? My first husband hasn't come to life again, has he?

Pim. No! No! No! (Looking round toÌý¸é.Ìýand speaking very mysteriously across tableÌý³¢.°ä.) The fact is--his name was Pelwittle.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(at a loss). Whose? My husband's?

Pim. Yes, yes. Henry Pelwittle, poor fellow.

Olivia. But my husband's name was Telworthy.

Pim. No! Oh dear, no! Pelwittle. (Firmly.) It came back to me suddenly just as I reached the gate--Henry Pelwittle, poor fellow.

Olivia. But really, Mr. Pim, I ought to know.

Pim. No! No! Pelwittle.

Olivia. But who is Pelwittle?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(in surprise at her stupidity). The man I told you about, who met with the sad fatality at Marseilles. Henry Pelwittle.... (With hand on chin, thinking deeply.) Or was it Ernest? No! Henry Pelwittle, poor fellow.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(indignantly). But, Mr. Pim, you said his name was Telworthy. How could you?

Pim. Oh, I blame myself, I blame myself entirely.

Olivia. But how could you think of a name like Telworthy if it wasn't Telworthy?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(eagerly). Ah, ah, that is the really interesting thing about the whole matter.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(reproachfully). Yes, Mr. Pim, all your visits here to-day have been very interesting.

Pim. Oh, very interesting, very interesting, You see, Mrs. Marden, when I made my first appearance here this morning I was received by--Miss Diana, who------

Olivia. Dinah!

Pim. I beg your pardon?

Olivia. Dinah. Her name is Dinah!

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(pauses). You're quite right. Dinah--oh yes. Miss Dinah, yes. She was in--er--rather a communicative mood, and I suppose by way of passing the time she mentioned that before your marriage--to Mr. Marden you had been a Mrs.--er------

Olivia. Telworthy.

Pim. Telworthy, yes, of course. She also mentioned Australia. Now by some curious 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 will 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------

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(seeing that the sentence is rapidly going to pieces). Yes, I quite understand.

Pim. I blame myself, I blame myself entirely.

Olivia. Oh, you mustn't do that, Mr. Pim.

Pim. Oh, but, Mrs. Marden, can you forgive me for the needless distress I have caused you to-day?

Olivia. Oh, you mustn't worry about that, please.

Pim. And you will tell your husband--you'll break the news to him?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(amazed). Oh, yes! I'll break the news to him.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(rising and holding out his hand). Well then, I think before he comes back I will say good-bye and--er------

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(rising). Just a moment, Mr. Pim. Let us have it quite clear this time. You never knew my husband Jacob Telworthy?

Pim. No!

Olivia. You never met him in Australia?

Pim. No!

Olivia. You never saw him on the boat?

Pim. No!

Olivia. And nothing whatever happened to him at Marseilles?

Pim. No!

Olivia. Is that right?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(hesitating and thinking it out very deeply). I think so.

Olivia. Very well, then, since his death was announced in Australia six years ago, he is presumably still dead?

Pim. Undoubtedly.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(holding out her hand with a charming smile). Then good-bye, Mr. Pim, and thank you so much for--for all your trouble.

Pim Not at all, Mrs. Marden. I blame myself, I blame myself entirely.

Olivia Oh! You mustn't do that.

(Going up centreÌý±Ê¾±³¾ÌýmeetsÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³ó,Ìýwho enters from the window up L., crosses at back of writing-table and comes down R. of him).

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýis followed by Brian, who is on her R.).

Dinah Hullo, there's Mr. Pim. (ToÌýµþ¸é±õ´¡±·.)

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(nervously looking at the door in case MR. MARDEN should come in). Yes, yes I---er---

Dinah Oh, Mr. Pim, you mustn't run away without even saying how-do-you-do! Are you staying to tea?

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(looking off at staircase nervously). I'm afraid I---

Olivia Mr. Pim has to hurry away, Dinah. You mustn't keep him.

Dinah Well, but you'll come back again?

Pim I fear that I am only a passer-by, Miss---er---Dinah.

Olivia You can take Mr. Pim as far as the gate.

±Ê¾±³¾Ìý(gratefully to Olivia). Thank you. (With nervous look at staircase R., he edges towards the windows.) If you would be so kind, Miss Dinah---.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(taking his arm). Come along then, Mr. Pim.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýI'll catch you up.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(taking him up L.). I want to hear all about your first wife.

Pim Oh, but I haven't got a first wife.

Dinah. You haven't really told me anything yet.

(They go off up L.)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýI'll catch you up.

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýresumes her work, andÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýcrosses down to foot of table L.C., and sits on it.)

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(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 shall be very proud of being allowed to.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(looking up at him and taking his hand). Brian, you dear, that's sweet of you. But it's quite all right now, you know.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýWhat?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹.ÌýYes, that's what Mr. Pim came back to say. He'd made a mistake about the name---

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(rising). Good Lord!

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(smiling). George is the only husband I have.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(surprised). What? You mean that the whole thing that Pim---

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(repeating). The whole thing.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(crossing up to window R. and shouting off to L. and with conviction). Silly ass!

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(kindly). Oh, no, no, I'm sure he didn't mean to be. (After a pause.) Brian, do you know anything about the law?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(coming downÌý°ä.). The law? I'm afraid not. I hate the law. Why? (Sits at foot of tableÌý³¢.°ä.)

Olivia. Well, I was just wondering. Suppose that George and I had accidentally married each other a second time thinking that the first marriage wasn't quite right, and then we found the first marriage was all right--well------

Brian. What on earth do you mean?

Olivia. Well, what I mean is that there's nothing wrong in marrying the same person twice?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(rising and moving to centre, thinking it out). Oh, no. A hundred times if you like, I should think.

Olivia. Oh!

Brian. After all, in France they always go through it twice, don't they? Once before the Mayor or somebody, and once in church.

Olivia. Of course they do! How silly of me. You know, that's a very good idea. They ought to do that more in England.

Brian. Well, once will be enough for Dinah and me, if you can work it. (Anxiously.) D'you think there's any chance, Olivia?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(smiling). Every chance, dear.

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(coming to above tableÌý³¢.°ä.). I say, do you really? Have you squared him? I mean has he------

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýis heard humming the tune of "Pop goes the weasel" offÌý¸é.)

Olivia. You go and catch them up now. We'll talk about it later on.

Brian. Bless you. Right-o!

(Going upÌý³¢.Ìýand off upÌý³¢.)

(As he goes out by the windows,Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcomes in at the doorsÌý¸é.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýstandsÌý¸é.°ä.,Ìýand then turns toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹,Ìýwho is absorbed in her curtain. He walks up and down the room, fidgeting with things, waiting for her to speak. As she says nothing, he begins to talk himself, but in an obviously unconcerned way. There is a pause after each answer of hers, before he gets out his next remark.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(casually). Good-looking fellow, Strange. What?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(equally casually). Brian, yes, isn't he? And such a nice boy.

George. Yes, yes! (Catching sight of curtain she is sewing. Hums the tune of "Pop goes the weasel"--crossing downÌý¸é.Ìýto piano, plays a few notes of "Pop goes the weasel" with one finger.) Got fifty pounds for a picture the other day, didn't he? (Moving up stage a little.)

Olivia. Ah, yes! Of course he has only just begun------

George. The critics think well of him, (Slight pause.) What?

(Up C. by chair front of writing-table.)

Olivia. They all say he has genius. Oh, I don't think there's any doubt about it. (Pause.)

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýleft of writing-table.)

George. No, no! (Slight pause, and he sings again.) Of course I don't profess to know anything about painting, myself.

Olivia. You've never had time to take it up, dear.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coming downÌý³¢.Ìýa little.) No! No! Of course I know what I like. Can't say I see much in this new-fangled stuff. If a man can paint, why can't he paint like--like Rubens, or--or Reynolds, or------

Olivia. I suppose we all have our own styles. Brian will be finding his, directly. Of course, he's only just beginning. (Pause.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(crossing up centre). Yes, yes. But the critics think a lot of him, what?

Olivia. Oh, yes.

George. Yes! H'm! (Pause.) Good-looking fellow.

(There is rather a longer silence this time.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcoming round back of settee L. continues to hope that he is appearing casual and unconcerned--he stands looking atÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹'²õÌýwork for a moment.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(downÌý³¢.). Nearly finished 'em?

Olivia. Very nearly. (Smiling to herself, turns away to R., pretending to look for scissors.) Have you seen my scissors anywhere?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(looking round). Scissors?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(turns toÌý³¢.Ìýand finds them in her work-box). It's all right, here they are------

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(downÌý³¢.Ìýbelow chair facing Olivia). Where are you thinking of hanging 'em?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(as if really wondering). I don't quite know.... I had thought of this room, but--I'm not quite sure.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(crossing belowÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýto centre). Ah! Yes! Brighten the room up a bit.

Olivia. Yes.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(walking up centre a little towards windows). H'm, yes------They are a bit faded.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(shaking out hers, and looking at them critically). You know, sometimes I think I love them, and sometimes I'm not quite sure.

George. Best way is to hang 'em up and see how you like 'em. Always take 'em down again.

Olivia. Oh, that's a good idea, George.

George. Best way.

Olivia. Yes.... I think we might try that--(looking round at settee and carpets, etc.)--the only thing is--(She hesitates.)

George. What?

Olivia. Well, the carpets and the chair-covers and the cushions and things--

George. Well, what about 'em?

Olivia. Well, if we had new curtains--

George. You'd want a new carpet, eh?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(doubtfully). Well, new chair-covers, anyhow.

George. H'm!... Well, why not?

Olivia. Oh, but--

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(with an awkward laugh). We're not so hard up as all that, you know.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(quickly). No, I don't suppose we are really--

George. No, no, no, yes--I mean no.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(thoughtfully). I suppose it would mean that I should have to go up to London to choose them. You know, that's rather a nuisance.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(extremely casual and moving towards Olivia). Oh, I don't know. We might go up together one day.

Olivia. Well, of course if we were up--for anything else--

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(moving away dubiously). Yes, yes! That's what I meant.

(There is another silence.Ìý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýis wondering whether to come to closer quarters with the great question.)

Olivia. Oh, by the way, George--

George. Yes?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(innocently). I told Brian, and of course he'll tell Dinah, that Mr. Pim had made a mistake about the name.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(astonished, moving towards Olivia). Mistake about the name?

Olivia. Yes--I told Brian that the whole thing was a mistake, I thought that was the simplest way.

George. Olivia--(crossing below and to herÌý³¢.)--then you mean that Brian and Dinah think that--that we have been married all the time?

Olivia. Yes.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(coming closer to her). Olivia, does that mean that you are thinking of marrying me?

Olivia. At your old registry office?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(eagerly). Yes!

Olivia. To-morrow?

George. Yes.

Olivia. Do you want me to very much?

George. My darling, you know I do.

Olivia. We should have to keep it very quiet, George.

George. Well, of course--(sitting to herÌý³¢.)--nobody need know. We don't want anybody to know. And now that you've put Brian and Dinah off the scent, by telling them that--(he breaks off and says admiringly)--that was very clever of you, Olivia. I should never have thought of that.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(innocently). George--you don't think it was wrong, do you?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(his verdict, taking her hands and patting them). An innocent deception... perfectly harmless.

Olivia. Yes, dear, that was what I thought about--about--(laughing to herself) what I was doing.

George. Then you will come up to London to-morrow?

(She nods.)

And if we should see a carpet or anything else we want------

Olivia. Oh, George!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(beaming, rising and backing away toÌý³¢.Ìýa little). And lunch at the Carlton, what?

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(nodding eagerly). Oh!

George. And--and a bit of a honeymoon in Paris?

Olivia. Oh, what fun!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(hungrily). Give me a kiss, old girl.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(lovingly). George!

(She holds up her cheek to him. He kisses it, and then suddenly takes her in his arms.)

George. Don't ever leave me, old girl.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(affectionately). Don't ever send me away, old boy.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(fervently). I won't. (Awkwardly.) I--I don't think I should have really, you know. I--I------

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýenters from upÌý³¢.Ìýand crosses at back of writing-table and round downÌý¸é.Ìýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýfollows her.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(seeing the embrace, surprised). Oo--I say!

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýlooks and feels rather a fool.)

George. Hallo!

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýsits, resumes sewing.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(coming down centre and going below setteeÌý³¢.,Ìýimpetuously to him). Give me one, too, George. Brian won't mind.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(formally, but enjoying it). Do you mind, Mr. Strange?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(a little uncomfortable). Oh, I say, sir------

George. We'll risk it, Dinah. (He kisses her.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(triumphantly toÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýand standing above George). Did you notice that one? That wasn't just an ordinary affectionate kiss. That was a special "bless you my children" one. (ToÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.) Wasn't it?

Olivia. You do talk nonsense, darling.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(crossing quickly below and toÌý¸é.Ìýof Brian). Well, I'm so happy now that Pim has relented about your first husband--(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýcatchesÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹'²õÌýeye and smiles; she smiles back; but they are different smiles.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(the actor). Yes, yes, stupid fellow, Pim, what?

Brian. Yes. Absolute idiot, I think!

Dinah. And now that George has relented about--(with a significant look atÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô)--my first husband------

George. Here, you get on much too quickly. (Crossing belowÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹ÌýtoÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) So you want to marry my Dinah, eh?

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(with a smile). Well, I do rather, sir.

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(to Brian). Well, you'd better have a talk with me about it--er--(with a sly look atÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹)--µþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.

Brian. Thank you very much, sir.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýgoes up andÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô,Ìýimitating his walk, accompanies him.)

George. Well, come along then. (µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýlooks at his watch.) I am going up to town after tea, so we'd better------

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(moving up toÌý¸é.Ìýof Brian). I say, are you going to London?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(with a sly look at Olivia). Yes, a little business.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(cheekily). Eh?

George. Never you mind, young woman. (ToÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.) Come along, we'll stroll down and look at the pigs.

Brian. Right-o!

(They are going off toÌý³¢.ÌýwhenÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcalls.)

Olivia. George, don't go too far away; I may want you.

George. All right! I'll be out on the terrace. Give me a shout if you want me.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýandÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýgo off at windows upÌý³¢.)

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýfollows upÌý¸é.Ìýand watches them off.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(watching them off). Brian and George always discuss me in front of the pigs. So tactless of them. I say, are you going to London, too, darling? (Coming down to tableÌý³¢.°ä.)

Olivia. To-morrow------(Rising and shaking out curtains.)

Dinah. What are you going to do in London?

Olivia. Oh, shopping and--one or two little things.

Dinah. With George?

Olivia. Yes. (Crossing up centre belowÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýwith curtains.)

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(sits on tableÌý³¢.°ä.). I say, wasn't it lovely about Pim?

Olivia. Lovely?

Dinah. Yes, he told me all about it. Making such a hash of things, I mean.

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(innocently). Did he make a hash of things?

Dinah. Well, I mean keeping on coming like that. And if you look at it all round--well, for all he had to say, he needn't have come at all.

Olivia. Well, I don't think I should put it quite like that, Dinah.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(referring to curtains). I say, aren't they jolly?

Olivia. I'm so glad everybody likes them. Tell George I'm ready, dear.

Dinah. I say, is he going to put them up for you?

Olivia. Well, I thought perhaps he could reach better.

Dinah. All right, I'll tell him. (Crossing upÌý³¢.Ìýon to terrace and calling off.) George! (Returning to backÌý³¢.Ìýend of writing-table.) Brian is just telling George about the five shillings he has in the Post Office--(crossing upÌý³¢.Ìýon to terrace again and calling off.) George!!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(from offÌý³¢.). Coming!

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(playfully coming down centre, imitating a fairy's footsteps). Slow music while the curtains go up. (Sits at piano and plays "As I passed by your Window.")

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýenters from upÌý³¢.,Ìýfollowed byÌýµþ°ù¾±²¹²Ô.)

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(to Olivia). What is it, darling?

Olivia. I wish you'd help me to put up these curtains?

George. Of course, dear. I'd better get the library steps. (Crosses to doors R. and exits.)

(µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌýgoes quickly toÌý°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýand gratefully kisses her hand, then comes down toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýand bows to her.)

Brian. Madam! I have the honour to inform you that hence-forward you are at liberty to regard me as your affianced husband.

¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌý(rising quickly and advancing). Darling!

µþ°ù¾±²¹²ÔÌý(waving her back). No! No! Stay there! (She retreats and sits at piano.) Go on playing.

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýgoes on playing and he takes out a sketch-book, sits on settee and sketches her.)

Dinah. What is it?

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýcomes down centre, watching them.)

Brian. Portrait of Lady Strange.

(³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌýenters from doorsÌý¸é.Ìýwith steps and crossing up R. places them nearÌý¸é.Ìýwindow.)

°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìý(she hands him the curtains and goes up L. of writing table and round back, watching George). Are you ready, dear?

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(mounting the steps). Yes, quite ready.

Olivia. There! (The curtains become entangled and he nearly falls.) Oh, take care, dear!

³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ðÌý(again mounting steps). Oh, that's all right, dear. They're a little long. (The curtains become entangled round his head.)

(Mr. Pim enters mysteriously from upÌý³¢.)

(°¿±ô¾±±¹¾±²¹Ìýis looking up atÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð.)

(±Ê¾±³¾Ìýtouches her on the shoulder and with a start she turns to him.Ìý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýseeing him enter stops playing. Olivia, unwilling to attractÌý³Ò±ð´Ç°ù²µ±ð'²õÌýattention, signals toÌý¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýto continue playing, and, she does so.)

Pim. Mrs. Marden! I had to come back--I've just remembered his name was ErnestÌý±Ê´Ç±ô·É¾±³Ù³Ù±ô±ð--²Ô´Ç³ÙÌýHenry! (Going off upÌý³¢.) Not Henry!

(¶Ù¾±²Ô²¹³óÌýplays forte.)

Quick Curtain.