PIM. Oh, very good ... very good. (_To_ OLIVIA.) You see, Mrs. Marden, I have only recently arrived from Australia--(OLIVIA _stops in her sewing and_ GEORGE _looks 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---- GEORGE (_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. (_To_ OLIVIA.) 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---- GEORGE (_coughing_). H'r'm! Perhaps I'd better mention that you are a friend of the Trevors? PIM. Thank you, thank you. (_To_ OLIVIA.) 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. GEORGE (_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. (GEORGE _rises_.) 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. OLIVIA (_with suppressed feeling_). Yes, Mr. Pim, yes? (_She puts out a hand to_ GEORGE.) GEORGE (_in an undertone, taking her hand_). Nonsense, dear! PIM (_triumphantly_). I've got it! Telworthy! OLIVIA (_draws back in settee, overcome_). Telworthy! GEORGE. Good God! 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, gazing into space with hands clenched_). 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--(PIM _rises and tales letter_)--and if you're sure you won't stay to lunch---- PIM. No, thank you. You see, I'm lunching with----