GEORGE (hastily). Extremely unlikely, I should think. Sydney is a very big place.
PIM. 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 recognised each other.
OLIVIA. Really?
PIM. He was travelling steerage; we didn"t meet again on board, and as it happened at Ma.r.s.eilles, this poor fellow--er--now what _was_ his name? A very unusual one. Began with a--a T, I think.
OLIVIA (with suppressed feeling). Yes, Mr. Pim, yes? (She puts out a hand to GEORGE.)
GEORGE (in an undertone). Nonsense, dear!
PIM (triumphantly). I"ve got it! Telworthy!
OLIVIA. Telworthy!
GEORGE. Good G.o.d!
PIM (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.
OLIVIA (with feeling). No, it is not a name you could forget when once you had heard it.
GEORGE (hastily coming over to PIM). Quite so, Mr. Pim, a most remarkable name, a most odd story altogether. Well, well, here"s your letter, and if you"re sure you won"t stay to lunch--
PIM. I"m afraid not, thank you. You see, I--
GEORGE. The Trevors, yes. I"ll just see you on your way--(to OLIVIA) Er--my dear--
OLIVIA (holding out her hand, but not looking at him). Good-bye, Mr.
Pim.
PIM. Good-bye, good-bye!
GEORGE (leading the way through the windows). This way, this way.
Quicker for you.
PIM. Thank you, thank you.
[GEORGE hurries MR. PIM out.
(OLIVIA sits there and looks into the past. Now and then she shudders.)
[GEORGE comes back.
GEORGE. Good G.o.d! Telworthy! Is it possible? (Before OLIVIA can answer, LADY MARDEN is announced. They pull themselves together and greet her.)
ACT II
(Lunch is over and coffee has been served on the terrace. Conversation drags on, to the satisfaction of LADY MARDEN, but of n.o.body else.
GEORGE and OLIVIA want to be alone; so do BRIAN and DINAH. At last BRIAN murmurs something about a cigarette-case; and, catching DINAH"S eye, comes into the house. He leans against the sofa and waits for DINAH.)
DINAH (loudly as she comes in). Have you found it?
BRIAN. Found what?
DINAH (in her ordinary voice). 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?
BRIAN (taking it out). Yes. Have one?
DINAH. No, thank you, darling. Aunt Juli-ah still thinks it"s unladylike. . . . Have you ever seen her beagling?
BRIAN. No. Is that very ladylike?
DINAH. Very. . . . I say, what has happened, do you think?
BRIAN. Everything. I love you, and you love me.
DINAH. Silly! I meant between George and Olivia. Didn"t you notice them at lunch?
BRIAN. 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, I believe Mr. Pim"s at the bottom of it.
He"s brought some terribly sad news about George"s investments. The old home will have to be sold up.
BRIAN. Good. Then your uncle won"t mind your marrying me.
DINAH. 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 thump you on the back and say gruffly, "You"re a good fellow, Brian, a d.a.m.n good fellow," and he"ll blow his nose very loudly, and say, "Confound this cigar, it won"t draw properly." (She gives us a rough impression of GEORGE doing it.)
BRIAN. Dinah, you"re a heavenly idiot. And you"ve simply got to marry me, uncles or no uncles.
DINAH. 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. n.o.body, 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.