OLIVIA. But who is Pelwittle?
PIM (_in surprise at her stupidity_). The man I told you about, who met with the sad fatality at Ma.r.s.eilles. Henry Pelwittle.... (_With hand on chin, thinking deeply_.) Or was it _Ernest_? No! _Henry_ Pelwittle, poor fellow.
OLIVIA (_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?
PIM (_eagerly_). Ah, ah, that is the really interesting thing about the whole matter.
OLIVIA (_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!
PIM (_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 pa.s.sing 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----
OLIVIA (_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?
OLIVIA (_amazed_). Oh, yes! I"ll break the _news_ to him.
PIM (_rising and holding out his hand_). Well then, I think before he comes back I will say good-bye and--er----
OLIVIA (_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 Ma.r.s.eilles?_
PIM. No!
OLIVIA. Is that right?
PIM (_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.
OLIVIA (_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 centre_ PIM _meets_ DINAH, _who enters from the window up L., crosses at back of writing-table and comes down R. of him_).
(DINAH is followed by BRIAN, who is on her R.).
DINAH. Hullo, there"s Mr. Pim. (_To_ BRIAN.)
PIM (_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?
PIM (_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 pa.s.ser-by, Miss--er--Dinah.
OLIVIA. You can take Mr. Pim as far as the gate.
PIM (_gratefully to_ OLIVIA). Thank you. (_With nervous look at staircase R., he edges towards the windows._) If you would be so kind, Miss Dinah--.
DINAH (_taking his arm_). Come along then, Mr. Pim.
BRIAN. I"ll catch you up.