GEORGE. Well, you see, my dear, these things have to be done legally, of course. (_Moving to_ R. _to 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 to_ C.) OLIVIA. Wickedness? GEORGE. Of irregular union, and-er--then---- OLIVIA. Then I could go back to Jacob.... Do you really mean that, George? GEORGE (_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. OLIVIA (_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. (GEORGE _is very annoyed_.) Poor Jacko. GEORGE (_annoyed_). You don't seem to realize that this is not a joke, Olivia. OLIVIA (_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. GEORGE (_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-- GEORGE (_overwrought_). Stop it! (_Crossing over to her_.) What do you mean? Have you no heart? (OLIVIA _gives a little hurt cry_.) Do you think I _want_ to lose you, Olivia? (_Sits on her_ L.) 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? GEORGE (_dubiously_). Your husband's. Telworthy's. OLIVIA (_gently_). If I belong to anybody but myself, I think I belong to you.